Heavy contrivance

A TVS camera crew arrived this afternoon at about three-thirty, a front-man, camera- and lighting men. Morris was here too, no doubt to make sure we didn’t ruin his cherished public image. He was interviewed sitting on Ben’s window sill, the Oculus building in the background, and he'd smartened himself up. This involved tying his hair back into a ponytail and donning a several-sizes-too-small waistcoat . . .

The TV crew asked us to act out various ‘typical squatter activities’ – walking in with shopping, sitting on Gav’s bed having a chat (heavy contrivance here), or carrying boxes to and fro. I dread to think what it’ll look like on the TV. Hopefully the presence of cameras will spur Oculus into giving us their decision soon.

After the cameras had left, a member of the South Piddington squat dropped in to see the place. That squat has been open for a year but is closing on April 5th, and I could sense the depth of his weariness at Morris’s incessant advice and admonishment. Morris is power-mad. Before he left he instructed us not to answer any questions from the press but to refer them instead to him at the W.H.A., as though we are tactless imbeciles incapable of exercising discretion!

Ade is back in Watermouth with a new car bought for him by his mum. He brought round Barry’s synth and amplifiers and a few of my records.

Lee caught the eight-thirty a.m. bus to London this morning and hitched home for a few days. He's gone back primarily to collect his Eumig projector.

I’m looking forward to going home.