Dave Daze

Every day is a good day

Sunday 20 November 1994: Ascot

to meet Ray at Morden Station, where en attendant I chugged a bottle of that fruit-flavoured milk. He lives in absolute suburbia, the middle class with all its defining characteristics, cocooned comfort in manicured avenues. Cath was at Mass, so he & I walked alone to his tennis club for 3 or 4 pints &