Another remembered day. It was sunny. I wrote in my bedroom, then I went into town and on my way back I sat on the corner of our street and wrote outside, then I came home and wrote in the garden. Not only was I writing in great quantity but the quality was good as well; I had ideas.
Later on we had a Scandal practice at uni. I can't remember what for exactly. Possibly the Brighton Live gig at the Joogleberry Playhouse. Truly I felt alive and vital that day.
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