By  the  way,  in  case  you  hadn’t  guessed from the  Exquisite  Prose and all the  SHOUTING  I’m writing this drunk, beers at lunch time! As you can tell I’m not a great letter writer not like you (your last letter was so funny) but all I will say is that India is incredible. It turns out that being banned from Teaching English as a Foreign Language was the best thing that ever happened to me (though I still think they overreacted. Morally Unfit? Me? Tove was twenty-one). I won’t bore you with all that sunrise over the Hindu-kesh prose except to say that all the clichés are true (poverty, tummy upsets blah blah blah). Not only is it a rich and ancient civilization but you wouldn’t  BELIEVE  what you can get in the chemists without a prescription.

So I’ve seen some amazing things and while it’s not always fun it is an Experience and I’ve taken thousands of photographs  which I will show you very very slooooooowly when I get back. Pretend to be interested, won’t you? After all I pretended to be interested when you banged on about the Poll Tax Riots. Anyway, I showed some of my photos to this TV producer who I met on a train the other day, a woman (not what you think, old, mid-thirties) and she said I could be a professional. She was here producing a sort of young people’s TV travel show thing and she gave me her card and told me to  call  her  in  August  when  they’re  back  again,  so  who  knows  maybe  I’ll  do  some  researching  or filming even.

What’s happening with you work-wise? Are you doing another play? I really, really enjoyed your Virginia-Woolf-Emily-whatser name play when I was in London, and like I said I think it showed loads of  promise  which  sounds  like  bullshit  but  isn’t.  I  think  you’re  right  to  give  up  acting  though,  not because you’re not good but because you so obviously hate it. Candy was nice too, much nicer than you made out. Send her my love.