Thursday 7th January 1937

Returning to the digs at lunch time, I found there was a visitor waiting for me in the saloon bar. A sophisticated young London lady, sent by the “Sunday Dispatch” to make enquires about the Blacksheep! (I had tried to get in touch with a “lonely” person residing in Surrey who had been referred to in Viola Tree’s agony column.)

She interrogated me for half an hour. Think she was satisfied regarding the bona fides nature of the Club. After this liaison with Fleet Street, the Blacksheep will surely ignore the recent request of the “Middlesex Chronicle” which wished to put in a column about our activities!