I copied up my essay—nine-and-a-bit sides—and at four I caught the bus onto campus with Pete to hand it in. It was a lot cooler today, overcast, windy, and more bearable. We were given a lift back by Jeff Fowler.
In the evening I dropped in at the Frigate briefly with Lee and found Barry, Guy, and John Turney downstairs. Barry said that everyone has “fucked off”—Stu and Penny have gone home, Gareth has gone to see Siouxsie and The Banshees and Lindsey was working at the Admiral. Turney made some comment about my ears, which I laughed about at the time but on reflection I should have defended myself. He’s so tiresome.
Gav is in London. Alex and Sarah are at Stonehenge. Gav’s friend Ray Edgehill sleeps in G’s room while G. is away as he’s been kicked out of his current place. He and Hawaiian-shirted Scottish friend arrived at quarter past eleven, both very drunk. RE was wearing an “I am Dylan Thomas” T-shirt.
I feel particularly unable to endure such company so I’ve retreated upstairs to my bathroom.
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