TO LONDON - WITH LUCY
"What's your feeling for the new teenage cult for wearing old uniforms? Fab footage
F R I D A Y, 3 0 J U N E
Super weather for London. Wore my new Liberty's dress and my clob-hopping school shoes (because comfy) and got the train ok.
After that, things didn't exactly go as planned. It pulled in to Motspur Park, I put my head out of the window, and Lucy wasn’t there! I got rather flappish as I didn’t know how to get to Earl’s Court, but I thought she must have got on anyway. The train stopped at Wimbledon and I didn’t see her get out so I went on to Waterloo, but when I got there I realised I should have got out at Wimbledon! So I went to the phone boxes and rang up Lucy’s mother.
She told me to get the tube to Earl’s Court and meet Lucy there, so I got the Northern Line to Charing Cross, and the District Line to Earl’s Court. Felt rather pleased with myself but - no Lucy! I rang up Ma and she knew all about it - Lucy had rung her! She said ring Lucy’s mother again, and Lucy's mother told me Lucy was on her way to meet me at Earl’s Court. I had 45 minutes to wait, and bought Woman's Own. Lucy was more amused than cross, thank goodness.
We bought some sandwiches, a pork pie and a box of strawberries for our lunch, went to Derry & Toms to go to the loo, and then to Kensington Gardens. We sat under a big tree in the sun - it was fab. Two corny boys sat near us and started showing-off doing handstands. We then walked to Portobello Market and on the way passed some workmen who kept shouting at us (!) At last got to Portobello Road and looked at all the antique shops, rather fascinating, then looked for the real market but it wasn’t to be found. I think it’s only there on Saturdays.
All they’ve got there are military jackets (all original, of course) and capes and hats. Also badges with corny things on them like “Je vous vois les yeux fermés”! Later we passed a shop and this snazz who was watering something outside started watering me instead!! It was nice and cooling actually. Got millions of trains back to Lucy’s house, and had lovely crab salad for supper, and raspberries and cream. Lucy looks very pretty in the photos of her last summer, it's her smile and her gorgeous blond hair.
Pa's on the boat this weekend so Ma went on her own to a party.
Well, she came back and said she’d enjoyed it but what made her mad was the way all her friends thought it was right that the Stones have been treated so harshly!!! Honestly, I pity them, these people who can’t see further than the end of their noses. When someone a little more far-sighted than everyone else steps forward to rebel against the ridiculous society into which they've been born, everyone says they're a moron. Anyone who encourages people to be individuals is doing a great deal for the world – more than people who design marvellous aeroplanes that go 10,000 mph or something feeble.
Honestly, what have people got against the Stones? I doubt if a single one of them has the least idea that they make their music because they love it and because it’s art and they are artists. I doubt if this has even crept into their minds. They bring pleasure to thousands of millions of people, they don’t hurt a soul, they don’t even snub those who, goodness knows, have snubbed them. Their minds don’t think in such a low and petty manner. And then, when they’re chucked into prison, used as scapegoats for drug prevention, people get up and cheer. It’s criminal, they’ve done so much for so many people, and they’re treated like dirt. In a thousand years silly little people will still be saying “young people today aren’t what they used to be.” It makes me disgusted to belong to the human race.
Why can’t other people be more like Mummy?