Saturday, January 03, 2009

Wednesday 24th March 1943

There is a wireless set here, but the people in the ward ruin it by always changing the frequency. Nothing but hot jazz is worth listening to. Even a waltz by Lehar (“Gold and Silver”) was considered “too 'ighbrow” for the knob twiddlers.

Paddy, late of the PN course, is in the next bed to me. He's a loveable old man, of course, who should never have come out here away from his wife and family. But the rest are a hopeless lot. Hideously ordinary and flat and stupid. Full of silly little poses and trite platitudes.

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