7.2.1976

Went through to my 02 in Brid this morning, though I only took 10 leaflets to be placed in strategic positions in the town centre. Spent the afternoon at Steve’s where he chalked my face up like Doctor Death, using all his skill. It was superb. The fancy dress party, as I expected was a flop for me. I was so well disguised that even ex-bird Julie didn’t recognise me. One old friend thought I was trying to chat her up when I said “Hello, how are you getting on now?”

Despite this, me and Steve R were out of place – What could you expect for an occasion designed totally for Headlands 6th form?

Steve and I left before 10 o’clock, got changed and had a real night out. We were reasonably drunk and did not have to put up with Rich and his engaging intellect for the night. I have established a standpoint: I do not enjoy parties where I know on-one or that people remain in their isolated little groups, making no attempt to mix.

After Rich’s puking last Saturday, I got him banned from Grandad’s house which is a small mercy. Steve and I argued ‘til 1.15 in the morning – mainly about the nature, quality and flourishing of art in Communist vs. Capitalist societies – interesting though of course we established no objective truth.