life is full of potential trip ups. it seems. the phoney people are never far away. i have been trying to escape them of late, or should i say trying to escape their memory, but of course that’s hard. doesn’t help to smoke too much dope, though it fools you into thinking that the pain is lessened. i suppose it depends if it’s californian grass or welsh…

went to sweden for a few days last week.. stockholm. my friend the psychiatrist there, always with some handy advice, and nice coffee and sandwiches.

try expressive art therapy she says, ok, i will, one day, when i can.

Now i’m in suffolk, got a gig every day this week except tueday. My friend, old friend H, has a cottage…idyllic, like a film set, like the hovis commercial. Observed her going about her business as a second book dealer.

did a gig in hemel, like wading through treacle.