Haste(ings) 1

After a fortnight Hastings at 1st September 1971 still a week to London where I with another Susan to Ten Years After that. She is the daughter of her husband, which also provides shelter to Sammy Nelson, the Northern Irish international, Arsenal, and two younger players, a Davies from Wales and one from Hamish Scotland, which I've heard nothing more later. The funniest was that I, not being at (for example, I have an invitation to come along to Arsenal off!), especially looking contact with the fifth loge, an arts. But, guess what, who disliked arts was still more than the three professional players together! In the preliminary programme of Ten Years After was a group that (rightly) was passionately and later nonetheless "reasonable" would become known as ... Between the two in a Cat Stevens-like figure on what an acoustic guitar. His name was Keith Christmas. From him I have never heard anything more. Alvin Lee says now that he was in those days not so good, but felt there was still not a lot of marks!

Haste(ings) 2

This whole concert cost fifty cents incidentally, whom I got my husband's gift immediately when she heard that her daughter I went there you go, because it was very poor child to an evening out. She was newly divorced. But they either knew her daughter not good, either made it part of a diabolical plan, but the daughter in question was certainly no mourning at all. During the concert she gave me a white substance in order to sniffing (which I rather be rejected because it was the first time I saw it) and when I proposed after the concert for the celebration even prolong, they immediately claimed her place. I have to admit that I have the somewhat unfortunate twist Let's spend the night together (damned pop music!) Had used. Again, I was unfortunately still a little too green behind your ears. That house of Susan mother was in Aravalli Hill, what a strange coincidence, because people will know that around the same time their The Kinks "Aravalli Enclave" at the canning. One day I sat on a bench in a park on what to do at the hillside, and at a given moment, a long individual (a bit of a lookalike of Sparrow from Hastings) with a t-shirt of Jimi Hendrix next to me is postman. We get busy and he invites me out for a stroll. He seems to me an interesting guy, so I vote. En route, however, he begins to behave strangely. Thus we come including a toy shop at a given moment, anywhere in the shop window so that soldiers (the knights were actually above) are observed my companion that I would buy them for him. I am sure with the kind of subterfuge that I have no money in our pockets.