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Non-Fiction of Gay Interest
Content: "'Turn on, tune in, drop out!' "Such was the message conveyed to Robin Farquharson, one-time university don and management consultant, as he watched Dr Timothy Leary on television. "This book is his running record of life in London on a few shillings a week, his encounter with 'acid', his shoddy techniques for earning pence. It is a raw, yet ironical story of the fabric of society viewed from the crypt. "Traveller in a transcendental world, or psychotic homosexual in a manic phase, Robin Farquharson has recorded without shame a trip into destitution, a visit to liberty." from the cover Background / Biography: Reviews: Arbery Books also sells secondhand and rare non-gay fiction and non-fiction. Click here for our full list. |
"[Begun at 8.45 pm on Monday 20 November 1967, in a United coin-operated self-service launderette in Lamb's Conduit Street, London WC1, on the end seat by the driers.] A good day. Coffee for breakfast at friend's pad where I'd slept. Lunch in caff, ninepence (actually, should have been elevenpence; chatted up manageress): cheese roll, buttered bun. Supper quite a gas. Found bottle of milk in corridor of solicitor's offices in Doughty Street where they were closing - sure to go sour by tomorrow, not really a theft. Took milk into pub, ordered scotch egg (1s 3d), then asked for half round of beef sandwich. The barman rather hostile, said they didn't sell half rounds. I couldnn't understand his hostility, my sleeping-bag was hidden under a table, and surely an unshaven chin was acceptable in the public bar. I asked to borrow a tankard; barman's attitude changed from merely hostile to explicitly aggressive. He refused to lend tankard, asked whether I was going to order a drink. I asked whether this was obligatory; he said 'no'. I pointed out there was a sign outside saying 'snacks at the bar'. He denied this (though it was true). Hoping to mollify him, I said that my doctor had forbidden me alcohol (though this was a lie). He was totally unmollified. Drank the milk in one draft from the bottle, then ordered another scotch egg. Refused service, ordered out. Collected sleeping-bag from its hiding-place, left." opening paragraph, chapter one Secondhand booksellers |
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