Friday 16 November

Warehouse Project! What a jolly idea – to take a row of slum housing and fancy it a warehouse for the night. Occupants not content with the sixpence ‘for their leave’ try to sell us glowing willow sticks and ‘natural highs’ (sugar-coated acorns) on the way in to the music and debauchery. I decide on a treble-amnesia balm and so struggle to remember the acts the following day. Biff and Mrs Biff (visiting from the sleepy spires of Coventry) stay up chattering with Swarthy Erick as I slumber upon the chaise longue. Erick manages to find a horse-drawn just before dawn. Goodly fun with fine friends.

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