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THE SOUTHAMPTON HUNDREDS

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When I get back someone has kicked the crap out of my bike. I carry it home on the tube. The bloke at the bike shop looks at my poor battered green Peugeot: ‘What a shame: it’s a lovely bike. It’s not really rideable. Can you afford a new derailleur? No? I can take it off and shorten the chain but you’ll only have one gear. OK?’ Later I spot a label on it that says ‘This bike is unroadworthy.’ I ride it just as it is, in top gear, even up Richmond Hill, until it is stolen sometime in 1980.

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THE SOUTHAMPTON HUNDREDS

80

The Southampton friends, new and old, have finished, if they finished, and are largely in London, largely in squats. Southampton ceases to exist. A. and I are living in Brixton in a basement flat. I’m starting again at university, in Hampstead. I scraped in here after scraping out at the college in Bloomsbury where I wore my white winklepicker boots to the interview and hadn’t read any of the things they asked about. I won’t get a grant for the first two years because I dropped out of Southampton. It’s an hour’s ride each way, on my unlovely new bike. I can’t wait.