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Thank God Mecky didn't want to go
to Ottery! It was pissing with
rain, and I certainly saw no advantage whosoever in going.
This was the annual Guy Fawkes
Day celebration, to which I had been at least twice before.
Instead back home for a sweet and sour and a dirty evening - for a girl with the
beliefs/prejudices that Mecky has, she is
certainly getting over them effectively. My original estimate of about the 10th November might have been radically reduced if the had not had a
violent reaction to condoms. Oh Mecky -
thank you for just being you. It's not just sex.
Mecky now going through a period of
depression trying to equate her physical yearnings (which are obviously considerable) with
her hitherto strict Catholic upbringing/beliefs. Hope she gets over
it.
This evening was marked by another recollection: we were in her room in college, and
when she discovered what I was planning, she said „Lock' die Tür“. So I called to the
door, but it didn't listen.
And so to the long-awaited dirty weekend! Off round lunchtime to Tavistock, basically to
see Plaisterdown
camp, now being used for Ugandan Asians,
but also to reestabish contact with the Normans. Had a very good day for the numberplate
game - 909 to 904 inclusive within ¾ hour, which must be some sort of
record. Mecky liked
the Moor (we went across
from Ashburton, longer and
steeper but more interesting), and we made quite good time to Plaisterdown, where they are
far better organised than at Heathfield
- quite honestly, I can't see anything to do to help, but we said we would do our bit
whenever we could, though I can't help feeling the bloke we talked to is a bit of a Vicky
Payne type, expecting all to do as much as they can, to the neglect of all else.
Then to see the Normans, delighted to see us, but going out in ½ hour - invited us to makan
this time next week. Home and had a German Abendbrot and a very gemütlich Abend, before the
final bloody test in the evening. My original estimate was remarkably
accurate! Piles causing me untold agony in
the evening.
Come to think of it, Mecky lost her
virginity exactly as, at the other end of the world, the beam of light moved across
the Shrine of Rememberance
in Melbourne. Any significance?
Party, despite all fears, many of which were justified, was a success. Guy Belsham and bird
(Liz) turned up, got the latter pissed, etc. Amy and Bob, to my extreme surprise but not
displeasure, noticably messed up the eiderdwon on my bed, and Kirsti Andersen made off with
another Norweigian block called (thank God he was not an Arab) Sib,
According to Matin Tatari, Sib (possibly incorrectly reported) is an Arabic word for
penis.
who later in the evening gave her a piggy back round the house on all fours before finally
settling down where they fell. Prav having the
time of his life, and so, later, did
Mecky and I.
Another recollection that I didn't record:
while Mecky was talking to somebody, I
came up behind her and put my arms round her, joining them over her stomach. She carried
on almost as if nothing had happened. So I asked Pravin to do the same, and then walked
out in front of her. That was a sight.
So much for the 9 am mass in Crediton! Woke up with a splitting headache (unusual) at 1030, and was just
comfortably in Mecky, when enter Guy
Belsham offering coffee - until he knew what was involved.
Presumably he thought he could make instant coffee.
Eventually down, and had a post-mortem and
an Alka-Seltzer - Guy Belsham was
also affected, as was Mecky, but not the
others. Very gemütlich breakfast, and then Guy Belsham took the Norwegians in to Crediton to catch a bus - don't know why
they were in such a hurry. Guy Belsham eventually back, and then all of us went in
his Transit (or whatever) to the
New Inn, where we all put back a
lot of booze, though the girls didn't find out until later (gave
them bloody Marys
disguised as tomato juice). Mecky,
benefiting greatly thereby, cooked up makan, served at 1630, civilised time, and then Guy
Belsham and I reminiscing about OBS, etc, much to everybody's amusement. Reminiscing (came
across such concrete evidence as a receipt from the Station Hotel Ipoh, for 2 breakfasts, dated
30.III.1967) brings home to me how much the memories have
mellowed.
In fact, the incident took place a day later, as the diary entry and receipt showed.
This must have been a transcription error.
Must try and keep this diary up again - it's fun.
Eventually Guy Belsham and Liz off,
and Mecky showed a degree of randiness
which I had not expected even from her.
Later in the evening, hell of a storm blew up, TV aerial down, and nearly caught a chill in
a vain attempt to reërect it. As a result, rather than subject me to such a
strain, Mecky stayed the night
- Mecky, I love you!
Despite expectations, still in town this afternoon
when Mecky had to go to see Dr. Johnson
about the pill - over there, but she had already left. Back to Lopes, where she was with Amy - apparently they had both bumped into each other on
the way over, which I thought highly amusing, as they were both after the same thing. After
finding the cost (35p per month
for Lyndiol,
which Mecky has already taken for her skin
- Ovanon costs 42½p, as against
56p for 3 months, which is what Sue paid
the FPA, advised Amy
to go to the FPA, which she apparently agreed to.
To see Dan Twining today; suggested more suppositories, operation was painful (“Not to worry
- they just drop off”).
My recollection was that at some point, maybe not on this occasion, he had said “If I
thought that an operation was the way to go, I would have had my own operated years ago”.
That kept me from an operation for nearly another 13 years of pain.
More Anusol HC, but this time
suppositories. By the time Mecky and I got
to the DH refectory, all the good stuff was gone, so to the Ganges, filling ourselves to
such an extent that we could only go back to bed. And to think I once thought Sue was good
in bed! Problems with Amy; late period may not just be irregularity.
