Sunday, 3rd October, 1965
03.10.1965 - 03.10.1965
Baron’s Court, London
I am back in a single room again, but it is far, far bigger than the one I had before. It has big bay windows and is quite a sunny room, when there is sun. Actually, the weather here in London since I arrived back has been very good for this time of the year. Ade has been staying on with Tony until he gets something. He is going to share with a Malay student again. He was very lucky in getting his old job back, as they had not replaced him in the month since he left.
When I met Germaine Greer in Florence she gave me the address of a friend of hers in London, Brian Tapply, who I knew of in Sydney but had never met. He produces plays for a group in North London, the Tavistock Players. So last Friday I rang him up, and I got a part in his new production, ‘The Duchess of Malfi’, starting rehearsals on Monday night. It is not a professional company but is of good standard, and the advantages are that I will get back into practice again, I will be meeting people who know how to go about things here and I will be seen. It will tie me up until the end of November, so I will have to get another daytime job. Anyway, the thing is, it is a step in the right direction and it is certainly better than just sitting around.
Love to All, John
About a month after returning to London we received a call – from Interpol. They said a vehicle registered in our name had been found in a parking lot outside Frankfurt in Germany and they wanted to know what we knew about it. Was it stolen? We came clean and explained the situation, and how we had come to abandon it. That cleared the matter up for them and they seemed satisfied, but said that the local authorities in Langen were very upset that a British vehicle appeared to have been dumped in their backyard, leaving them responsible for its removal. Having provoked ‘an international incident’, we were suitably chastened, but what could we do at this stage, and that was the last we heard of the matter. But the old Red Rattler, British to the core, except for its universal joint, must have been unceremoniously paraded through the streets of Langen once more on its way to a German scrap metal yard, and has probably had many reincarnations since as a Volkswagen, an Audi, or even a Mercedes Benz. Never let it be said that we did not do our bit for a united Europe.
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