LSE Diary Thursday, 15th. April 1976

One of my flatmates woke me up at 7 o’clock this morning with news about our accommodation. She reassured me that we would be safe in the flat until 25th. June: nothing can happen to us and we were advised to not pay any rent to our landlord Teresa.

I was at work in City & Guilds as usual but a quick sprint to Alfred Marks at lunchtime revealed there was no cheque for me to cash. Luckily I had brought my cheque book with me; without it I would have had a miserable cashless Easter weekend.

Back at work my now good friend John Johnson from Orkney took me to the pub and bought me a couple of pints – it was to thank me and say goodbye as this was my last day. I had enjoyed my time here and made some good friends who, at the time, I was not to know that I would see again – and in the not too distant future.

I left work on the 253 bus to Bethnal Green to visit the Legal Aid office, but it was closed. I was about to enjoy an Easter weekend that, it turned out, would be the warmest for 24 years. It was also the weekend before I became homeless, and spending more time than I would like roaming the streets of London.

The story continues…