Monday 17th June 1935
On the tinting bench – became spattered with tinting.
Fed up. Have five shillings left. Sixty pennies.
After supper, two of my fellow lodgers returned from Staines. One, dope drunk. Sobbing and spewing on the pavement on the rain. His friend, utterly self controlled.
Eventually, we laid out the unfortunate on the tap-room floor. Poor little devil!
Bed 1 a.m.
Fed up. Have five shillings left. Sixty pennies.
After supper, two of my fellow lodgers returned from Staines. One, dope drunk. Sobbing and spewing on the pavement on the rain. His friend, utterly self controlled.
Eventually, we laid out the unfortunate on the tap-room floor. Poor little devil!
Bed 1 a.m.
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