Saturday, August 11, 1984

Fumblemouth


When I got back to Westdorgan Road this morning, Stu had gone home; I’d wanted to continue the Third Reich board game we’d started just before I left; we’d reached Autumn 1941, the Germans had conquered France and were smashing Russia . . .

Tonight I went out with Lindsey to the Frigate, the Seven Sisters & The Shelter Club, where we met J. Turney, Marty Dunsden and K. Bennett.

Fumblemouth me felt out of it.

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