CARNABY STREET IS FABULOUS!
F R I D A Y, 2 9 D E C E M B E R
Got a letter from my penfriend Elisabeth, nearly all in German. I didn’t understand a word.
At 12.30 Chump and me got the train to Waterloo. Read Honey. Tube to Oxford Circus, then lunch at the Danish Food Centre (long queue). We had half an hour before the lecture began so we visited Carnaby Street. Honestly, it’s fantastic - I love it! It’s like going to Paris – everyone’s French! The only thing is, although all the boys are gorgeous (there are so many) they frighten me so. They look down at you if you’re not terribly mod (I just had my black coat on). Saw three maxis today, one was on a woman about 4’8” tall. We went into this fantastic shop called Kids In Gear, full of glorious children's clothes: thick corduroy trousers and long white dresses like Grandma’s Roedean nightie.
Anyway, we got marvellous seats and could see everything. Again the lecture was excellent. John Donat showed some slides of Carnaby Street including one of Lord John and their psychedelic wall - he calls it “smashing” - and some gorgeous new University buildings at Durham. They're forceful and very definitely modern but they still blend in with the old buildings around them.
We had to leave half way through to get the train at five, but we couldn’t find Oxford Circus underground! It was beastly. Anyway, at last we found it, got on the tube without paying and hoped against hope we’d get to Waterloo in time. But what should Chump do but get out at Charing Cross! I stupidly followed her. By then of course we knew we’d missed the train, and miserably made our way back to Waterloo. Anyway, a train came in immediately, which was lucky. Even better, Ma was still waiting at Epsom!
Lovely fire at home but awful crying argument at dinner about clearing the table. Daddy was very understanding.