VISIONS OF DUTRONC, PART II
F R I D A Y, 1 9 M A Y
History was awful. I read the 'The French Revolution' (written in 1911) and nearly died. What a waste of 40 minutes. I didn't learn a thing, except to hate Hilaire Belloc.
It was freezing at school, indoors that is. There wasn’t a single radiator on.
Chump joined Anya, me and everyone at dinner break - it was pretty rowdy. We sat on an air-raid shelter to watch Anna-Marie and all the other nutcases practicing for their bronze life-saving badges in the pool. We pretended they were in a concentration camp and had to keep swimming until they drowned of fatigue!!! Sounds horrible now, but it really was hilarious.
In the evening I heard S.L.C.'s hit parade, which includes telephone calls from the singers. Who should come on but Antoine and Polnareff. The line was all crackly, then I heard why - "je suis à Londres" he said!!! Honestly, he's so near and we can't get hold of him - it's maddening. Rang up Anya to tell her. She could hardly believe it - she thinks we should ring up London Airport to find out what plane he's leaving on!
I looked through my Diary. Skiing - and Dutronc. It's funny to think there are two Dutroncs: the one I met before April 4th, and the one after. The first one - the snazz staying in the same hotel; and the second – Hans-Otto, the boy who asked me out, and who I turned down. What's so difficult to realise is, I knew the first one three times as long as the second one. But invariably I think of the second, the 'real' one, not the first.
Wrote Diary, watched The Newcomers, and read 'Woman and Home.'