INGRID FEELS DISSATISFIED
S U N D A Y, 1 0 S E P T
Dreamt about Dutronc, which is a pretty rare thing to do nowadays. My biggest regret of this year is that I didn't go out with him. Even if I hadn't enjoyed it, it would have done me good.
Pa, Chump and me went ashore to get the Sunday Times. All morning I read 'The Bell'. I enjoyed reading it so much I couldn’t get my nose out of it till I’d finished - but it had an unsatisfactory ending. I looked it up in my guide to Eng. Lit. and they say that the narrative and plot are too strong for the theme so that the end is muddling. Not quite sure what they mean; they also think the characters are weak. I would love to study the book with Mrs Huggett or someone.
Sailed back. Went to the Stores for ices: no Moustachy. I don’t suppose he’ll be here again this year, that ghastly woman seems to have taken over. We bought 'The Lover’s Dictionary - How to Chat up a Bird in Five Languages' and 'The Insult Dictionary - How to Be Abusive in Five Languages'. Both are very amusing. "Chinless wonder" is "Dégénéré" in French, "Doofes gestell" in German, "Aristicraticone" in Italian, and "Mariquita" in Spanish!
Back home I rang Anya about seeing Polnareff. She wasn’t as ecstatic as I’d expected her to be, in fact, she was oddly calm. She says I mustn’t bother the Knightsbridge tomorrow if we can be sure of seeing him at the Studios. Oh golly.
Later listened to an interview with Adamo and they played a song of his that he’s recorded in English. It's 'Permit Me Please Monsieur'!!
I feel dissatisfied with everything at the moment. I'm worried about ringing up Pye Studios tomorrow and I'm worried about starting the Sixth Form.