They wrote it this week: No, Ma, I’ve no idea how a loo brush got up my bum
Extracts from diaries and letters written between June 1 and June 7
1975, New York
[To his cousin, David Birch] Don’t move back to the ’Pool! It can never be the same, only worse. I can never understand the idea, I couldn’t wait to get OUT! Yes I do love it, but I don’t want to live it!..