Dave Daze

Every day is a good day

Saturday 5 January 1985: Quito

Woke on the living-room floor at 7 odd when Joyce got up, came to bed and slept in greater comfort until 11.30. Were to have gone to the club but the women decided the weather wasn’t good enough. That suited me I only left the flat once today, to buy pop. Finished “Exocet”, tripe, and