Impaired vision

Gareth and Stu stayed over after the party. Spent the day in front of the TV watching the Cup Final. Everton beat Watford 2-0 in a mind dulling few hours of “entertainment.”

Lee wants to try for another squat but I’m sick of the hippy crapheads the word squat attracts...:

“Hey man, I’m so WRECKED. What did I do yesterday? Aw what!!? I can’t remember what happened yesterday.”

I saw Alex Margolin in the Frigate last night, back from Peru unchanged save for a haircut. He’s one of the few hippies whose company doesn’t nauseate me.

Ben showed up in the Pembroke with a cold greasy chip pinned by a safety pin to his shoulder and asked, for the nth time, “Do you want an education, yeah?” He talked about anarchy and about opening up the Church so he can spread his message, “for this town, for the people, who knows? For the world?”  He'd been busking in Attlee Square all day and said to me that The Clash and Peter & The Test Tube Babies were coming to Watermouth to help him prove the validity of busking as performance art. Occasionally he talks somewhat obliquely of “leaving this town” and going to Amsterdam with Alex and Sarah in a few weeks time.

I’ve missed many of his performances because I spend a fair amount of time away from the Vicarage, either at University or at Stu and Gareth’s. This was a deliberate ploy at first, to avoid Lee, (but now things seem to be healing between us a little, although there’s still a slight strain) but is mainly to avoid the austerity of the Vicarage. I am at Stu and Gareth’s now.

Morris turned up late last night too and said that Oculus have agreed to talk about the future of the Vicarage. Their request for planning permission was refused the other day and on the 16th of May an article in the Herald said that Oculus would now “decide what to do about the squatters.” Morris is again convinced that “we’ve got ‘em,” but no one takes any heed of his impaired visions anymore.