12 February 1988
27 years old
Living in London
Read my ‘Marxism Today’ on the bus into work. Sunny, felt cheery. I’m honestly OK during the day. I really enjoy my work. Ant is such a dag I’m always laughing. Hil’s nice, Deb is great. And Fiona and Collette and even Spot and Debra, Bob and Aussie David next door, are nice to deal with every day.
My vagueness came to the fore in a big way today. For over a week, K, A and I planned to go to The Crypt tonight to see The Sound Asleep. An hour or so before they were due here, I realised I got the date wrong. The gig happened last Friday. I rang K who was slightly relieved though disappointed. A was already on her way. So we ended up at the pub with Candy et al. Not before I sprayed my hair with deodorant.
We went to The Crystal Palace Pub, which is where I last saw Tony, on the last day of last year. Met Giles and Irene there, also Teresa and Huw, chatted to Irene, then Can and A. Tried not to think of T too much, but I did a bit.
At home I polished up my poem, had thought about it on the bus home too. In bed I cried again, perhaps it’s the looming of St Valentine’s Day.