Wednesday, July 25, 1984

Oi!


We went to Masquerades last night: I called round to Maynard Gardens to tell Lee and then we met everyone else—plus Barry, Raven and Elaine, his two-flatmates-to-be—at the Green Man on Philip Street.

Stu and co. all got quite drunk, drinking 9-10 pints each, and afterwards we visited the crypt. I scaled the fence first, then Dave, then Lee. He went back over to see why no one else seemed to be appearing and unbeknownst to us was immediately apprehended by the police.

Two more of Stu’s friends, Paul and Clive, started to climb over to join us and as the latter balanced precariously on the very top of the wooden fence I heard someone shout “Oi!” Clive half fell, half jumped off the fence and we all ran across the wasteland to the opposite fence to be greeted by another voice saying “we know you’re in there . . .” so we sprinted back the way we’d come until a warning that “we’ll send the dogs in” finally subdued us.

We climbed passively out to face our telling off. The policeman was dogless and swore at us when we appeared. Clive refused to divulge his name, and eventually we were allowed to go. We got a cab back.

This afternoon Stu, Clive, Dave and Alan and I met Shawn Bennett on the pier for a drink. Stan and Paul left in the afternoon; Stan’s arm was in a sling because he’d fallen off the fence too and sprained it. Later in the evening Barry and Stu and I took some acid and we all watched Alien. The acid was quite strong, coloured lights wherever I looked, Barry laid on Stu’s bed listening to Hendrix with a huge inane grin fixed to his face . . . I got to bed at 3.30 a.m.

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