Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Dream: gigs going on in town. Bands played in shopfronts. I was doing something with S which concerned the bands but then missing their performances. Stopped to see a band in window with bare wood behind them and saw S going off into distance. I never saw her again. From then I was young punk in audience watching all new Stranglers performing a dramatic piece about war which involved dialogue such as: moans: "oh when will this war end". Big hairy biker bloke standing next to me asked if I was a virgin. I said no and laughed. He looked doubtful. Then asked if I was a student. No, I work. He walked off. Crowd disappeared. Band had gone. I was left alone.