Tuesday, March 27, 1984


I spent the day at Jervis Terrace. Met Gareth and he bought food at the shops across the street so I went back to Westdorgan Road with him; Shawn was there. Gareth cooked us a curry, Shelley turned up, and we all went to the pub.

Back at the vicarage, I packed while Alex and Gav listened to a Cage tape downstairs and Lee tried to decide whether or not to go and break into a deserted palmist’s shop on the seafront. I continued to pack; I hung the portrait of Christ’s head I got from the Church across the road above my fire place, and went to bed.

Goodbye Watermouth, for two weeks at least.

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