Bloody Ricki’s arrived back in town — he went to see Rud the other day.
Rud thought it was Jesus Christ at the front door.
And he’s still going on about “cats” every second word, and tripping.
Gets to be a bore, actual.
He’s the freest hippie you’d find round here, and that’s cool, but you get sick of it cos he thinks he’s getting so much more out of life cos he doesn’t work or have any hang-ups.
I’d dig him a lot more, I guess, if I wasn’t at home but he causes too much friction with my family to be worth it.