John Perrot, a neighbour, he’s about 80 now, he’s in morriston hospital, i went up to see him yesterday. been in for 4 weeks, and still a bit confused. he had a fall in Primark in town…hit his head, was unconscious…had a bleed on the brain. Looks like he’s getting better now, but it must be killing him to just have to sit there in the ward – he’s a worrier, and he’s a walker. he likes to get out and about, get things done. i took some welsh language books up. He’s a linguist can speak about 4 languages. I envy people who can speak lots of languages, i mean they have access to so much more bullshit than i.

read some Dostoyevsky – the first 2 syllables, the Dos and the Toy, only 2 syllables to go! No seriously i read The Demons, also known as the Possessed. it was surprisingly easy to get through and a great read. Death, murder and revolt everywhere you turn. also read some great short stories by Kafka, nothing like his more well known claustrophobic sgit.