Rose Croft, Brentwood - 2nd Novemer 1972

Dear Fluff, I've completely forgotten what I wanted to say, um, er! Oh yes! I am chief counciller for the Hatch Road Youth Emporium and would like to tell you about some of the things that go on here, besides the usual things, we have lynchings every Friday night and a disco, witch burning, drag night ( when we drag old ladies along behind motor bikes ) and pussy barbeque. ( pause for a terrible poem ) Bill's chapati's make a cheery blaze! Ed bought a space heater at the auction today for £19. This, I am told, is cheap! For a souped up parafin stove it seems quite a lot to me! he hasn't even made it work properly yet, just stands there making a weird rattling noise and sparks shoot out the front end! Captain Video would be envious of such a weapon I'm sure! Oota! for your letter just received. Please thank H for the money. I take back what I said about her. There's a series starting on BBC2 on Sunday about ghosts and an interestin' article in the Radio Times. Did you get my card from London? What a tiring day that was, dragging my poor old feet all over the seething capital ( my laces were tied together ) Saw nothing really exciting - like the good old days, when you could have a night out at the pictures for a shilling and still have some left for a 3 course meal and bottle of vin de plonk. The BBC 50th anniverary thing at Portland Place is the best with little domestic scenes of different periods 30's, 40's. 50's etc. depicted in tableau form ( like waxworks really ) with buttons to press to get radio programmes of that era. Very crowded though 'cos it's FREE! Very distracting, Best to go very late when it's closed and bang on the commissionaire to let you in. "Open this door in your trousers or I'll break every bone in my fist!" Did you see that amazing creepy movie on the box last night called "The Night Of The Demon"? I had a curious spine tingling sensation whilst over the dump tonight. It's those damned seagulls again! No really, it was spooky in the dark and mist closing in - I thought the invisible demon with the big foot prints was after me! Anybody who opens a deposit account without any money is certainly a fraud. I'm a fraud you can't do that miss! She's good ain't she, old Evelyn Waugh. The only transvestite novelist I like. Old Merve's is pretty good too., especially the first two. I went to two jumble sales today but didn't get much, a tin with ducks on, a rubber car, 2 Rupert annuals and a couple of cut-up books. It seems like everyone is letting off their bangers tonight instead of tomorrow. Because it's the Sabbath I suppose. Or, as Bill says, there's probably something good on the telly tomorrow. I wouldn't be surprised. I've got a book that tells you how to make fireworks. I might make some next year. That bit about the "Master's Boots" is funny- like something out of Thomas Hardy! Or Laurel & Hardy?! I made some delicious apple jam the other day, and there's a jar for you and Dave. When I was at the Slade on Friday I chatted to an old friend who was at Southend School of Tarts and Dafts when I was, called Tony Eve. Dave knows him. He did his diploma at Falmouth and lived in an old watch tower by the sea! He's such a nice bloke, just the same as he always was. He makes good things too. At the moment working on a motor racing track made out of fibre glass, an "cars" ( some are logs and smoothing irons ) are powered by live mice inside! Well, that's what he said. He gave me a lead station master eating his flag and clock face. I gave him a tin cricket that looks like a crocodile. What a damp miserable day! Looks like we are watching the Queens performance tonight as well. Bill and Lynne couldn't get any fireworks anywhere today ( not surprising really ) or yesterday, all the big stores in London had sold out. There's always those indoor one's you gave me of course! MONDAY MORNING. Of course! Sorry about last night - there being no festive throng throwing faggots on a blazing bonfire I mean! Still, Dave seemed to be having a good yap and enjoying himself, the big blabbermouth! I forgot to give you some jam last night, nevermind. I'll save it for Christmas. Gosh, it's not far away is it! I must start lookin' for a place to live soon, some nice hollow tree somewhere for 2p a week. Must start making Xmas presents too ( tinks?) what shall I burden people with this year? Thanks for coming anyway. See you soon. Mickey "Big Boy" Bullrush.