Dave Daze

Every day is a good day

Thursday 11 November 1976: Freiburg im Breisgau

During the course of this year I seem to have been growing out of the habit of keeping a regular diary, which is a pity in a way because already, glancing through old diaries I find I can derive considerable amusement from them.
Even the momentous event of my twenty-first birthday went unrecorded. I was