3rd after Easter. In contrast with yesterday it is wet, cold and dismal. A typical boring Sunday.
Denise rings at mid-day and says she's going to see the David Bowie film this afternoon and cannot come up to see me.
Do nothing but eat all day. Sometimes I wonder why my apetite is so large. Must be all this sexual activity and generally dissipated way of life. No such bloody luck!
See the D.H. Lawrence film 'Virgin and the Gypsy' which I first saw years ago with David L. A good film, but my memory of it was that it was much more 'dirty'. However, what is 'dirty' at 15 is very often tedius and insignificant at 21. Yes, it's senility creeping up on me.
Ring Chris and he says he took Carole to the Craven Heifer yesterday. He didn't go into great detail but tells me she was more 'cheerful and back to her usual self'. John and Maria went too. No doubt my name was dirt.
Bed at 11.40pm. Read P.G. Wodehouse's 'Service with a Smile'. Very funny indeed.
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