15.4.1976 big boobs

Visiting a chocolate factory in the morning furthered massively my fellow feeling for the working class of all nations. The conditions of work ranged from, at best, dreary and monotonous, to at worst, unbearably hot and noisy. It was frightening that all these people were enduring this to make M. Poulain richer and richer.......vive la proletariat!

Toured a chateau with its usual institutional party of Yanks. Got talking to some young American birds (big boobs, of course) who..... sorry all ye under trod nations... were quite pleasant. I hoped they represented the American proletariat, but after learning that they paid $1000 to jet around Europe for a fortnight, I abandoned this futility.

Felt pretty bad in the evening. Staying in meant a mixture of revulsion (Polley and his pathologically exhibitionist eating habits) and attraction (seeing our teachers put aside their armour plating of prudery and laying aside pretensions to high moral codes....well excepting Doris [French teacher]).