An afternoon spent eating the easter lamb prepared by a man from the radio. Meet a couple of charming younger people, a very kind French woman and a man from India, a professional Sitar player. They were all very cheerful in their ways.
The lamb was good, but the soup was better. The personal sense of taste has gone away.
A day spent eating and speaking.
That was Easter Sunday, a very pleasant day, a very confused day.
In the spent time in a pub called the Nepomuk with one of the musicieans. He was smoking a joint, and the smell blew in to the pub. The propreitor came out and said that this was not allowed here. So the man had to to extinguish his smoke.
The wind had died and the weather is warm.
Tomorrow the use of cannabis will no longer be criminal. Why is the musician so keen to break the law today?
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