The inexplicable explained

Diary

For some inexplicable reason I bought myself a diary in the beginning of 1971. I also kept it updated until the 20th April. I was to meet a Patsy at 8.30 p.m. at Earl’s Court tube station that day. Who this Patsy was I have no clue. Did she turn up? Did she not turn up and this event prompted me to stop writing on this diary? If I had been murdered I am sure the annotations on the diary would have been of utmost importance to solve the case. If I was a suspect in some crime it would also been of importance to examine these annotations.

Some important facts did get mentioned in the beginning of 1971. On the 16th of  March I obtained my first British passport to the cost of £5.00.It took only four working days to produce. I also discover what sort of paperbacks I was ploughing through. On the 18th January I bought J.P. Donleavy’s   “Meet my Maker the Mad Molecule” and on the 26th H.G.Wells’ ”The island of Dr Moreau” and sometime during the second week in February I read and enjoyed beyond everything else “The picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde. I’m pretty sure I still have some of these books lying around.

Another landmark was my moving to 12, West Cromwell Rd where I shared a room with Rodolfo Fonseca after his room mate Simões went and got married. This move was completed was on Saturday the 13th March.

On 16th of April I went to the cinema with Hopy to see “The last valley” whatever that was…Two days later she informed me she was soon moving to Paris. Our stormy relationship had lasted 4 months and I wouldn’t have been without it!

Hopy, the beautiful Russian girl

armenian

After meeting the Portuguese I started to move away from the City and naturally from Barnes that was a quiet place and a bit far from where the action was.

The new contacts meant that it became logical, practical and economic to move together. It all started with late nights in the West End mainly on weekends, that gradually increased in intensity as I started to make some money working in Discotheques.  I’ll have the opportunity to come back to that subject, but now I am more interested to describe my first real love affair.

Most boys aspire at doing their debut with a female partner as soon as possible and it is of great importance that this is a positive experience. It is certainly a nervous one! It is an advantage if this girl should be a bit older and more experienced.

Living at West Cromwell Rd 3 we had Gilberto Matos and Tony (the Setubal guys).  Opposite them lived another Portuguese, Rodolfo Fonseca. He was studying automobile engineering and was a few years older than everybody else. Truth is, we thought he was ancient, being around the age of 25. At any rate everybody got along with Rodolfo. He was social and we had great fun at his place. We just didn’t let him in on our nightly excursions!

He kept a tight watch on the females and had spoken several times about this beautiful Russian neighbor living in our building, on the top floor. I was obviously interested and thought of her, as well beyond my reach. But she was nice and curious and before long I was invited to her room and discussed many questions and shared common interest in languages and cultural matters. She was older than me and spending her time in London, getting educated. But what was the story of this sophisticated Russian with long black hair?

It turned out she was Armenian, not at all Russian, and had lived in one of the emirates where her family lived. In the Christmas period of 1970 we became a couple to my friends’ amazement and my own great sense of accomplishment. I was in love, but it wouldn’t last!