I once wrote the reasons for having the nervous breakdown
I was proposing to indulge in. In one column the reasons
for not having one were to go in the opposite column. The
reasons for having the breakdown were difficult to
establish. One of them was, the woman I think I'm in love
with, though I wasn't so entirely sure that I was, had
just told me that she was a lesbian and she has fallen in
love with her woman psychiatrist, you may well laugh, I
certainty did when I wrote it down in my "potential
breakdown column" I felt better. The young woman in
question then went on to have affairs with gay men, and I
put it all down to her father who was a retired naval
commander who invested his money in... ...projects like
selling kit box car boots which only fot one more than a
rover [?]. which was then withdrawn. Then there was her
brother who had acquired so few life skills that he could
only sell The Encyclopædia Britannica to the
intellectually challenged. Well as a shade of gray, well
I like gray it's a friendly, comforting color. and it was
good enough for Jack Eddy. I went into Richmond today and
everything looked delightfully gray and muted; gray faces
smiled at me through the traffic fumes. I wouldn't swap
this paradise for the Bahamas or a balmy day with ted,
Ted is our security officer- former police officer- and
ex-police master... ...hallways in King George Square.
