Barry Kent's father looks like a big ape and has got more hair on the back of his hands than my father has got on his entire head.

Most social problems could be helped or prevented if people had more money and practical advice.

It's no surprise to me that intellectuals commit suicide, go mad or die from drink. We feel things more than other people. We know the world is rotten and that chins are ruined by spots.

Now I know I am an intellectual. I saw Malcolm Muggeridge on the television last night, and I understood nearly every word. It all adds up. A bad home, poor diet, not liking punk. I think I will join the library and see what happens.

8.45 a.m. My mother is in the hospital grounds smoking a cigarette. She is looking old and haggard. All the debauchery is catching up with her.

I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees.

Will you lie to me and promise to read them? Books need to be read. The pages need to be turned.