25.4.1976 chasing

A very typical Sunday – dead. Only memories of the French trip prevented this from being a really low Sunday. I seem to lack the time and energy to go chasing after birds nowadays. A year ago my diary invariably consisted of things like “I’m getting frustrated – no bird for eleven days now” what ego tripping! Nowadays I am much more ascetic as far as the girls are concerned – my self enforced asceticism may be occasionally lapsed. It will only drop finally this year when I have an opportunity of achieving the ultimate – a quasi platonic relationship.

But as I said, the memories of Nadine, Danielle etc., are still too strongly imprinted for me to be moved towards any English girls. Seems I’ve developed a definite penchant for foreigners of late. First different racial groups (successful) but still wanting to experience something oriental. Now it’s different ethnic groups. This apparent tendency towards “experiencism” cannot be censur when one considers how mentally unattractive (and in this area, many are physically es also) many of England’s roses are – that is the ones I come into daily contact with.