Friday, March 30, 2007

Monday 1st April 1935

Just before reaching Ashford, Brockwell, Dick and I had a wild paper battle in the carriage. The train stopped but we did not. Hurling bits of newspaper and laughing madly. The platform crowd saw three young maniacs… Later on, I lost my pipe (old friend) but not my self possession. Also lost my railway ticket but fortunately, the collector was kind.

(Moral: To be healthy and happy, one should play the fool three times a day)

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