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Wednesday, 1 September 1965 KL. Images for 1 September 1965
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Back to the old grind. The usual early morning today, and into the office, and wrote up my diary, and stared a letter to Simon Atkinson. At 9.00 am, off to Eastern Photographers, where they had my Kodachrome slides - processed in Hawaii! So much for avoiding ½ frame KR. No Promicrol, however, and down to Black and White, but they were shut, so on to the Lake Club, and sat round looking at the Kodachrome and writing to Simon.

Then arrived Lesley, with a couple of kids, complaining about them. I was rather hoping to impress her with the amount of tan I have developed, but she had been sailing, and was just as brown as I.

Birger and Bertil came along just as she was complaining about not being about to find her way to Jalan Bukit Kenney [sic], and gave me two invitations, one for each of us. Rather prompt service. Also offered to get her out there.

Then back home with them. I rather enjoy this in the back seat with her, but these little kids are a nuisance.

After lunch, went into town primarily to look for Promicrol, but also collected my new passport, and then to B & W, but they had none, and it seems that there are no agents for M&B in this country - shall have to get it when we go to Singapore next week.

This is the first (indirect) mention I make of the split-up between Malaysia and Singapore four weeks previously.

Then home, with intent to have a rest, but could not, and dragged out musical instruments and Mozart and Telemann and Händel, and played at length.

After a while, time was getting on, and so got moving, had a bath, etc, and then was told that Bev had an interview with the headmaster of the international school at 7.10. Rang up Lesley, and asked her if she could find her own way over, usw.

Everything eventually sorted itself out, and before long we were off to Kenny Hill, with Lesley and me in the back seat. The party got off to a pretty good start, and the lights were all out before dinner.

After dinner, did a bit of dancing, turning lights out, etc, and before long stopped dancing and out on to the balcony. The usual went on there, and we were up with the practical love-making stuff. That girl sure knows her stuff. Whew!

The accuracy of this report would have been better if I had known what “love-making” means. We hardly did anything beyond kiss. And it's surprising that I didn't mention my jealousy when another bloke danced with Lesley. I didn't know him at the time, but some years later he became my best friend—Sonny Rajah. I entered this day's entry on 31 March 2015, and a year later I entered my diary for 30 October 1968, in which I confirmed the fact.

Another person involved at that party was Carol Syme. She had been our next-door neighbour in Syers Road in 1959 to 1962, and also at Netherton House. I danced with her while seething about Sonny, and later got to know her better, but never quite hit it off.


Thursday, 2 September 1965 KL.
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Up at 6.50 this morning, and brokefast, and over to the office, where we had 600 copies of stencils to do. Everything went more or less according to plan, and we had, as intended, the whole lot finished by 8.00 am.

At about 8.30, Mum came in and discovered that she had forgotten to tell us to do 2 others, but we rolled them off in 5 minutes, and then collected Bev and to the lake club.

Before too long, Mrs. Cannings arrived, and we all set off for the houses of Parliament, and, after a bit of introduction to some of the other mob who were also coming, were shewn round by a Che Zaiton. It seems that the building was designed by Ivor Shipley, and very well done indeed it was. Noted particularly all the wood panelling, which looks very similar to Dad's sort of panelling. In the Dewan Negara noted that one place was labeled Datok Foo See Moy. Shall have to get hold of a VIP pass.

Then back to the Lake Club, and had a bit of fun there, with about an hour of discussing, etc, every man for himself. They ended up ganging up on me.

Got a lift home with the Cannings, and discovered I had left my bathers behind. Got hold of Bev, and asked her to bring them when she came.

Did little in the afternoon - was rather hoping that Lesley would come over to get the kain batek that we got for her in KB. Rang up, and discovered that she had gone to town. Played a concerto to get her off my mind. I can hardly stop thinking about her lately.

Had 3 cups of coffee to calm my nerves somewhat, rang again, and found she was too tired to come over - that was all I needed.

Over to the office, got the car, and to a quantity surveyors, and dropped some stuff, thence home.

Got clarinets, etc, out of the way, and had a bit of a rest, but only stayed asleep 2 hours, and then got up, did a bit of printing, and, against my better judgement, developed the W IF in Rodinal - during the Flintstones.

Ron and Carmel over, but did not stay for makan. Straight to bed thereafter - I am in a bad way. How can a girl do this to me? my nerves are in shreds.


Friday, 3 September 1965 KL
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Up at the usual unearthly hour, and feeling decidedly tired thereto. Over to the office, and before long thence to the Lake Club.

Few people were at the pool when I got there, and I ordered a pot of coffee to keep me going.

After a while, strolled down to where the rest of the gang were - one might justifiably call it that - and started talking to Birger. I must be off colour - I did not see the funny side of it when he tried to shove me in. Ah, Lesley, what hast thou done to me?

After a while rang Bev to say that Birger was waiting for her, and then rang Lesley, who had decided not to come to the pool, and who invited me over to her house for morning coffee.

Met John Liethard, who invited me, Bev, and Lesley over to a party on Sunday. Will do as doth Lesley.

Then over to her place, and took the Batek that we bought for her, and also a lot of other stuff. I was rather pleased to note that she chose the one we got for her out of the lot, although I think that the other finalist would have suited her better.

Back home - they dropped me - and when Mum came home, told her, and she said Lesley could have the other lot of batek as well, which will no doubt please her.

Then into town, mainly because I was feeling terribly depressed, but also to go to the bank for Mum, and then decided to go round town to look at the scenery. Made it as far as the Dog, and had a coup or 2 of coffee, and read recent and not-so-recent issues of “The Times”.

At this point, the weather gave out, and so waited until it stopped raining, up to Eastern Photographers, where they tried to give me D76 instead of Promicrol - close enough for them

Walked back home, and read the Modern Photography which I had bought - complete with the test report on the 50 mm f/1.4 Super Takumar - they certainly like it. They think more of it than of the 50 mm f/2 Summicron-R, which is certainly saying something.

Did again little in the evening - Dad had a go at doing some printing, but without much success.

Early to bed, but Dad came in just as I was dozing off, and talked for about an hour.


Saturday, 4 September 1965 KL
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And so it goes on. Up at a more or less usual time today, and Bev wanted to come with me, or at any rate to go and see Birger at the Lake Club. First to the office with Dad and Mum, and I forgot to get some stamps of the new airport new for Lesley. Then along to the Lake Club to dump Bev, and I got out to see if any of my friends were there. Found Mike Symes talking on the telephone - I thought he was going to come along to the Golf club. His mind must have changed, however. Saw Birger and Bertil as well, and they promised to call me if there was any sign of Lesley at the Lake Club.

Saw John Liethard by the Muzium Negara - pity. I wanted to talk to him.

Lesley was already there when I got to the Golf Club, and so were the Piggots. Changed immediately, and in to shove people in right, left and centre - after they had done the same to me.

Lesley asked her parents again about the party, but it seems that there was no go - so I leave town. Damn it.

Also saw her dive off the top board of the pool - very good, considering that 'tis her first try.

After that, they left without even saying goodbye to me, which I did not enjoy.

Then back myself, and first to the office, thence home, and hung about until makan time.

After makan, decided to go and see “Dear Brigitte” at the Cathay, and off at about 3:15, after being measured up for some shirts at Globe.

Not a very amusing film - in fact, what with all this depression that I am already suffering, it did little to improve it - in fact, it worsened it.

Walked home, wondering what made life worthwhile, and got back home only shortly before Dad arrived back with Chan Peng Hong and his wife. Then all off to some chinese wedding breakfast.

Had tea, which ran into makan, and watched TV - I no longer seem to enjoy this sort of stuff. I wonder why not.

Early to bed again.


Sunday, 5 September 1965 KL → Labis → Singapore
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Up rather earlier than usual in order to get off to a good start to Singapore, and before I knew where I was, Dad had decided to go off to the office to get everything sorted out for his visits to the Dabrowski job, Kulai LDS Cluster, and whatever goes on in Kuching. Meanwhile, I spoke with Mum about what we should get in Singapore, and it appears that she wants me to clothe myself while I am there. Dad came back and vetoed the idea of getting a suit, but we decided that we might as well get me another pair each of trousers and shoes.

Off eventually at 9.00 am, and started off on some of Dad's cigars, and after that, be both went off to sleep for some time. Little happened until Segamat, when we got out and drained our bladders, before going onto the Dabrowski job. Marysia was actually there when we arrived, and dragged us into the kitchen as quickly as she could, and gave us a beer each, and told us about the particularly woeful day they had already had: the water pump had stopped working, and the cook had resigned.

Before long, after we had seen the greater part of the house in minute detail, and Marysia had complained similarly, Joe came back, and went over it all again. Then I went down with Marysia to watch her feeding the bear, Ali.


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Back again, and down to Cha'ah to have makan, as they had no cook.

Then on again to Kulai, and it was absolutely pouring with rain, and I did not bother to get out. Dad met a fellow from FLDA headquarters there, which will help his reputation.

Then on to Johor Bahru, declared my camera, and along to town to look for the Mayfair hotel, which Marysia had recommended, but no luck.

Out to the station, but it was far too expensive, and so back to the Cathay (we had already let Rahmad off) by cab, and then to look for a place for makan, and discovered that we are near the festival of the moon cakes, and in disgust went back tot he hotel, and had makan there with all the trimmings - Nuits St. Georges, Alhambra cigars and even some Courvoisier Napoleon, which is by far the best cognac I have ever had the good fortune to taste.


Monday, 6 September 1965 Singapore → Segamat → KL
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They are pretty punctual about waking people up in this place. Right on the dot at 7.00 am today. Had tea, packed up and down to find a taxi to take us to the station. Nearly got caught by one of the hotel's air-conditioned ones, and he would have wanted $6.00 for the journey, as opposed to $1.20 for the cab that we finally took. $2.00 a mile is no joke.

Found Rahmat, and then along to Collyer Quay, where we parked the car and set off for Change Alley, and had myself measured up for a pair of trousers, to be ready after lunch.

Had a look also at some 400 mm lenses, but the prices were pretty exorbitant. Into Lals when they opened, and they had the tape recorder and Yashicaflex 635 repaired, and only wanted about $20 for the lot.

After Dad had had himself measured up for some shirts, etc, along to North Bridge Road and had a look at what they had to offer there. Eventually came across a Soligor 400 mm f/8, and after a bit more deliberation, decided it was worth the $90 that they asked for it. Then back to Lals and started talking about teleconverters, and he showed me a 3× Auto Soligor for $37.20, and I accepted, so off with one of his fellows to get it.

Meanwhile, to Robinsons for makan, and wrote up for Saturday. Then Dad insisted that I got a haircut, and then back to get my pants.

Into Lals, and collected all our stuff, and tried out the 2 Soligors together—1200 mm f/24. Not at all bad, for the price.

Then out to the airport, and got a fill of petrol on the way, and repacked all our stuff, etc, and said goodbye to Dad, and Rahmat and I set off across the island to find our way to the causeway, where Rahmat did the talking for me. The usual reaction—they did not even check. It must be the honest smile on our faces, but in either case, it is useful.

This was a month after Singapore seceded from Malaysia, and the causeway was the only land border between the two countries. Even when Singapore was part of Malaysia, there were customs at this point, since Singapore had a different economic model.

On, ever on to Segamat, where we had planned to have makan, and did, although we got there rather earlier than expected.

On again at 7.20, and despite a few stops for trains to cross level crossings, etc, and once when I thought we had a flat (I have them on the brain after the east coast trip), we made it back to KL by 10.30 pm. Mum was not even there greet me, which I though rather lax of her.


Tuesday, 7 September 1965 KL
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Bev in at about 7.15 this morning, and I asked her what she thought of the new school. Not much, apparently, but it seems to be her fault that she did not.

After a while got up, and decided to go to the swimming pool, and rang up Mum to that effect.

Arrived very early at the Lake Club, and there was nobody there. At any rate, it gave me a chance to write up my diary. After a while, along came Sally the 3rd, with whom I have never spoken before, and started a conversation.

Rang up Lesley, and it appears that she had already gone off. Everybody started pouring in a little later, but not Lesley. Had my swim, etc, and changed.

The Golf Club mob came along a little later, and we were trying to get rid of them when Lesley came. Changed back again, and did a bit of swimming, etc. I must get her alone again in the near future.

Got a lift home, and while we were waiting at the Chartered bank, Lesley read my diary concerning the parties we had together. I wonder what she thought thereof.

In the afternoon, decided to go back to the club again, as all the old mob were to be there, and so got Mum to take us there (Rahmat had the day off).

Once again the same sort of thing happened, except that this time we had a cloudburst, and had to get all our stuff under cover. Carried on with the horsing around, etc, and quite enjoyed ourselves.

After a sort of tea break, ordered some chips, and that was the beginning of it. Kept the poor boy running backwards and forwards to keep us happy.

Eventually, people started dispersing in direction of respective houses, and so we rang up Mum and got her to come and collect us, which she did in about ¾ hour, and back to the office for a further ½ hour wait in the car.

Finally got home, and sat down to watch TV, then had tea and makan. Did a bit of recording on Mum's tape recorder, and quite successful, although duets are hell.


Wednesday, 8 September 1965 KL
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Up again at much the same time as usual, although I came very close indeed to oversleeping. I really must get some more sleep.

Along to the Lake Club, and by the time I got there, quite a few other people were as well. John Leathart was all terribly upset about going back to England tomorrow, and we dd not go into the water for quite some time.

After a bit of procrastination John decided to play Duncan a final game of squash, and so all down to the courts, although I rather reluctantly, and before too long back to the end of the deep pool, where I proceeded to start to write up my diary.

Before I had got very far, I was joined by Katherine, which rather worried me, since Lesley made some comment yesterday about me getting on with her, and she was getting a little too friendly for my liking.

Then John and Duncan came along, and John was complaining that he would be leaving too early for anybody to come and see him off. Accordingly offered to pick various people up and go along to Subang tomorrow to see them all off.

Then home for lunch - I am fed up with being picked up at the same time as Bev finishes school.

After lunch, went into town to get a Modern Photography, and then back to the office, and was phoned to be induced to the Lake Club again.

Accordingly went, and nobody was there, although they started arriving shortly after I did.

After that, our now-usual chips run, and had 7 plates.

Carried on for a while until about 6.30, by which time the whole thing was rather degenerate, and Mum came to pick us up.

Told us when we got back that Dad would be coming back from Kuching tonight at 9.45.

Did little in the evening until 9.25. Mum thought he would be arriving at the old airport. The new one looks good at night.


Thursday, 9 September 1965 KL
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Eileen in at about 6.30 this morning to wake me up, and so staggered out of bed, and had breakfast, etc, and then out and rounded up Rahmat, and then over to Lorong Kuda to get hold of Jennifer Paton, who was ready when I arrived, contrary to my expectations. Then down in the direction of Federal Hill, and Duncan timed it perfectly, but we had to go up and look for Catherine, and it appears that she had overslept.

Out to the airport and saw John, who bought us all a cup of coffee, and I set up a 1200 mm lens on a tripod, bracing the front against the rail, and took a photo of him going into the plane. But ⅛th second... I hope he did not move too much.

In fact, it seems to have been one of the very few good images taken with this combination.


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Then back to the Lake Club, had breakfast, and hung around all morning. I was the only male there, with 5 girls, which I rather enjoyed. Duncan came along after a while, but did little. I finally left at about 12.45, and decided to walk home. Stopped in at Ubaidullas on the way home, and got last months “Modern”.

Back home, exhausted, and at down to read my magazine - this month it is a telephoto edition.

Then makan, etc, after which into my room, and out like a light. Bev came in and woke me about an hour later, and told me that Dad wanted me to do something about a thermos flask that I broke about a month ago, and so staggered up and out into the waiting car to the office, where I waited 10 minutes before I could persuade Mum to tell me whither to go, and then along.

They had the refill, but there was some trouble about the pourer tip, and so I had to leave it there for a while.

Then along to Eastern Photographers, but nothing there that I wanted, and so back home, but could not get to sleep. Instead decided that I might as well carry on reading Modern, but could not keep to that, so decided to be a bit of copying newspaper clippings, etc, and did that for a while.


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Mum came home a bit later, and decided that she would make some scones for tea, and did - not bad, although a little heavy.

After watching TV for about 1½ hours, along to change and over to Lorong Kuda again, this time for makan with Ron Helen. Very good makan, and we quite enjoyed ourselves. He certainly has done things to that place.

This must have been the house we lived in a year previously.


Friday, 10 September 1965 KL
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Moon Cakes Festival

Had intended to get up early this morning, but the events of the last week or so so tired me that I found this absolutely impossible, and so I slept until quite late - about 10.30.

Then up, and almost immediately there was a phone call for me from Mum. She conveniently managed to hang up, and so I had to call him back.

As written. I had originally written “Dad” and “He”, then crossed it out and written “Mum” and “She” instead.

It eventuated that she wanted to get me to do something about getting my flight from KL changed, so that I would be on the same plane as Lesley - ML003 instead of ML157. In any case, they told me that they had no spare places on the plane, so I left it at that.

Then down to Globe Silk stores to get my shirts, and they did quite a good job - some much so that I nearly complained that they had forgotten the pockets.

Back to the office, and Mum got me to get myself wait listed on flight ML003, and this I did.

Then home again until lunch, which was a do-it-yourself affair, as Eileen was out eating moon cakes.

After that, Bev decided that she would like to go to the Lake Club, and so I decided that I might as well go with her. Did not intend to do any swimming, as it would mean being back home late for Ahmad bin Mahmuddin's visit.

Accordingly arrived, went over to a table where I hoped I could be alone, but was promptly joined by 4 birds, and subsequently 3 boys following them.

Gave up, and after about an hour, back home, wrote up my diary, and then arrived Ahmad, and I spoke to him for a while about cameras, and showed him all my new lenses, etc, and then down to playing some music. I sometimes wish his sightreading was a lot better - it does rather help.

Then did a bit of recording, with remarkably little success, while the rest of the family had tea at the Lake Club. Got some tea for us, and watched TV, and lo and behold, the bloke on Arena Sukan was wearing a shirt made of the same batek as my new ones. How deflating!


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Talked about cameras again - even the Exa IIB is coming into consideration. Will be up to a Pentax yet.

Took some photos of the moon on the night of this festival. 1200 mm, but the moon kept running away.


Saturday, 11 September 1965 KL
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Up at much the same sort of hour as usual, and decided, against all my previous decisions, that I would have a change and spend this morning at the Lake Club. Dad, however, had other ideas, and got me to clean out our room. Accordingly down to it as soon as he was off, and was very shortly finished, and got Mum to send Rahmat over for me.

Accordingly over to the Lake Club, and was talking with Sally Barraclough when there was a phone call for me, which proved to be Mike Syme's friend Gurtip [sic] Singh, who wanted to come over.

Gurdip was not a member, so he needed somebody to “invite” him.

Before long, he arrived, and started getting boistrous a little later on, and we both (and also Robert) took it out on poor old John Man, who did not take it all that well.

After a while at that, everybody started leaving, and I rang up Dad and got him to pick me up, which he did at about 1.00 pm with the news that I had been confirmed on flight ML003, which means that I will spend my whole trip back with Lesley. Whacko!

Down to the Dog, and to the Long Bar as of old, and spent about an hour there before we went to look for Joe Speelman, and bumped into Bryce Rollins, and then Ananda Khrishnan [sic], before we finally found Joe.

Finally got home at about 2.50, and had our lunch rations. Pui Tiong Yeong has sent me a present - my first-ever box camera. Still, 'tis the thought that counts.

Then, on Bev's request, over to the Lake Club again, and Dad stayed, and bumped into Bryce Rollins. Left him there, and off to talk to Sally and Catherine, and later, when they arrived, to Birger and Bertil. The latter assured me that he had seen Lesley with another boy at the races on Sunday, but the former assured me that Bertil had not been there. From then on it was a lot of scandal-spreading. Eventually, when we went in to change, Bertil asked me what Lesley would do when I left her behind. Replied that I would be taking her with me. Rather shocked him.

Came out, and there was Mum, who has decided to have tea at the lake club.

Back home, loaded the rest of the Isopan F into cassettes - a full 24 exposure roll too much. Not bad.


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Pretty wasted sort of a Sunday, as far as any achievement went, but it was rather fun.

Up rather later than usual, and discovered Mum and Bev off to the Lake Club for breakfast. Dad and I sat around reading the Sunday papers, until Dad realised that he had to go over to the office to get some stuff so that he could send all of his accounts etc. Mum had the key, so it fell to me to ring the Lake Club and page her.

Then over to the Lake Club with Dad, got the key, and nearly got roped in for morning coffee.

Back, and to the office, where we got quite a bit of stuff, including some drawings which Dad wanted duplicated, and back home, where I had to address all his envelopes for his accounts, etc. The letters will probably never get there.

This was a reference to my handwriting.

Then Dad tried to get me down to doing the copying for him, but I was feeling so dejected that he got fed up and tried to do it himself. He gave up after that - meanwhile Eileen had conveniently run out of gas, so we had to go over to the gasworks and get another cylinder.

Back again, and had makan, at which Lali was a non-active spectator.

Mum, Bev and Lal then off to the races or something (more likely something - when they came back, Bev said something about spending most of the time with the Agong). We down to doing the duplicates (or should I say I - Dad did little). Then finished off with a few portrait photos.


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Developed the film, and at the same time watched TV. When I had finished the washing, we both went out to PJ to have a look at Dr. Arulumpulam's job, which is very nearly finished now, and quickly done at that.

Over, without my prior knowledge, to the Borneo Co. Job, which is in pretty bad shape. However, Dad intends to do something about it tomorrow.

Then home, put a tiger in my tankard and a film in my tank, drank the former and developed the latter.

Then off to the flicks at the Lake Club - The Magnificent 7, which I saw in Taunton in February 1962, and thought little of it then or now.

Very late to bed as a result.


Monday, 13 September 1965 KL
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Slept in somewhat this morning, following last night's riot, until I woke up and realised that Lesley would be back in KL. Got up nonetheless at a rather leisurely pace, and put on a record and listened to it for a while. Rang up Lesley, who confirmed that she would be coming, and then strolled over to the office to arrange transport, feeling at peace with the world, and wishing I had a colour film in my camera wherewith to capture the beauty which had sprung up around me.

At the Lake Club, my spirits were somewhat dampened by first a call from Gurdip Singh, wanting to come, and later by the late arrival of Lesley - I sat there, looking down at the road, and putting up with lewd comments from the rest of the mob.

Finally she arrived, covered in sandfly bites, and I into the pool, and we had some fun together.

Got a lift home from the Cannings, as is becoming embarrassingly usual, and spent it holding hands with Lesley in the back.

Back home, my spirits were again somewhat dampened, but I still felt reasonably happy, and was feeling generally happy until Dad asked me to do some prints for him the afternoon, and I did my best to escape it.

Bev went off shopping, and I was given instructions that, when she came back, I was to go down town and do some errand or another for Mum, and had intended going round to Lesley's place to take over a thing of batek for he, but Mum said that the car was busy or something, and so I had to go home and get down to the printing, and so got moving.

Everything went very wrong right from the beginnings. By the time I was about half-way through, I had managed to spill the developer all over myself.

Changed into a sarong, and carried on, and before too long the phone rang, which proved to be Ahmad, wanting to know the prices of extension tubes for the Exa 1a.

Back to it, finished them, and put them in the bath to wash. Before too long, Dad came back found half of them covered in dichroic fog, and decided that the rest were not dense enough.

Over to the office to sort out large quantities of Bill's bills of quantities, and back for makan with Ron Helen and Carmel, and quite enjoyed it.


Tuesday, 14 September 1965 KL
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Up this morning feeling none too well, but let it pass, and got up in my own leisurely style at about 9.30.

Decided that now was come the time to do all my last-minute messing around town, and so rang up Mum about sending Rahmat over to get me. She, as usual, had a few things of her own that she wanted me to do, and then said she would send Rahmat over.

Rang up Lesley, and confirmed that she would not be going to the Lake Club, and invited myself over for after I had done my shopping.

Then down town, and to a watch makers to get my watched fixed, but he would not do it. The next fellow I tried, however, was game, and only wanted $1 and an hour for it.

Then got the Thermos from Robinsons, and to Eastern Photographers to get a last minute supply of colour film - EX135-36 and 2 CX135-20 [Ektachrome and Kodacolor]

Then to get a parcel down at Brickfields, and back, collected my watch, and over to Lesley's, where I found her alone - Tony had gone to the Lake Club and Mrs. was shopping. Did not, however, exploit the situation, but sat there talking about her stamp collection etc, etc, and then back came Mrs. Cannings.

After a while, the latter got sick of me, or was worried about her daughters welfare, or had to pick up Tony from the club, and dropped me back home. Rang up Mum, and discovered that flight BA717 had been delayed owing to the Indo-Pakistani conflict, and it would now be leaving at 0415 on Thursday. Rang up Sharikat Penerbangan Malaysia and found that there was a flight from KL to Singapore tomorrow night at 8.00pm, and rang up the Cannings to inform them and see if they would change their flight.

Checked with S.P.M. later in the afternoon, by which time they had changed their flight, and so did likewise.

Over to the Cambell [sic] Rd office, and there had my ticket re-endorsed - this is the 4th booking I have had for that ticket - and found out various details of the flights, and requested to be seated with the Cannings on BA717.

Then back home, and caught up on last night's hangover, and slept for some time.

Then Mum and Dad home, according to some mysterious arrangement only known to Mum, and later out to the Orchid room at the Lake club for makan. Really personal service - nobody else there.


Wednesday, 15 September 1965 KL → Singapore Images for 15 September 1965
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Up much as usual today, except that, despite pills, etc, my piles were killing me, and so decided to go down to Naina's after breakfast, and find something there that could help me.

Did so, and they had all sorts of odd things for sale so I bought a representative collection, and then to Caxtons to get a protractor for Dad, and off to the Lake Club, where I tried some of the ointment that I had just bought. It did not seem to have much effect.

One by one, people started arriving, Duncan first by a long way, strange to say. I did not feel up to going into the pool, and so just sat there laying [sic] in the sun, and sweating profusely.

After a while, a call from Gurdip Singh, which I did not answer. Back again, turned over, and after a while a few more people started arriving. At this point, I decided to go back home, but first had a few errands to fix up. To Guthries, to get a formal letter of apology for the plane being late. Back to the office, and got a letter acting as a check [sic] for £10. To the bank, cashed it, and then back home.

Rested for a while, and tried to recover, and Dad back to see how I was. After he left came Mum, and we all had makan. Dad back from Rotary meeting, and then all into town to do various odds and ends. First to the office, where I waited for Bev, and thence to Caxtons for ink and Nainas for charcoal tablets.

Back home again, checked on all my barang, and then decided to go to sleep, in order to be bright and alert this evening.

It did not help, for I woke up feeling like death warmed up, and rang up Dad to see what was going on.

Before long, he came back, while meanwhile I shaved and prepared to bathe. Had a bath, got dressed, and out to have some tea, which, however, I could hardly stomach.

Mum back a little later, and decided that the best time to check that I had everything was when we were just ready to leave. Got off despite her, and arrived in the airport at about 7.15, where Birger and Bertil were already waiting or us. Got them to take a lot of my barang upstairs, and then brought the rest myself.

After a while, all the usual stuff was over, and in the plane with Lesley and Tony, and off to Singapore, where we were booked into the Adelphi Hotel, and were given a good makan, which I was not, unfortunately, well enough to appreciate. Felt so lousy, even could not pluck up the courage to kiss Lesley good night.

My recollection was that she wanted me to join her in her bedroom. If I had been feeling better, that could have been very interesting.


Thursday, 16 September 1965 Singapore → (-2 hrs) Colombo → (-2½ hrs) Doha → (-1 hr) Beirut → (-1 hr) Rome → London Images for 16 September 1965
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Up in the small hours of the morning feeling dead, piles killing me, and stomach threatening to erupt. Finally it did, and I gave the whole thing up as a bad job. Rang up reception at about 3.00 am, and discovered that the plane had been further delayed, and was not scheduled to leave at 7.15 am, and that we would be woken at 5.00 am.

This we were, but when we got down to the lounge, discovered that something was wrong with the transport provided, and it did not come until 6.30. This was not all that serious, for there had been a further delay in the plane. Just about killed myself trying to fiddle my excess baggage, but eventually we made it, and, after a bit of fiddling, ended up sitting next to Lesley.

Off to Colombo, which was the old airport again, and had breakfast on that hop. Dihorrea [sic] was a bit of a problem, and I could not stomach the BOAC omelette.

Then on to Doha, which took quite some time,

Probably the longest single hop I had ever done up till then. As a result of the Indo-Pakistani war, we had to give the whole area a wide berth.

and we arrived there at about 2.00 pm local time and were warned in advance that the local temperature was 44°, and when we got down, the sun was beating down, without a cloud in the sky. Impossible to sweat - it evaporated immediately.

For some reason I was wearing a 3-piece suit.

On to Beirut, where we were shoved round a tax-free shop, and then out again, without much time for anything.

On to Rome, and had makan. At least I felt more like eating, even if my piles were, if anything, getting worse.

Arrived at Rome, and stayed only about 15 minutes before getting back on to the plane. These transit stops get shorter and shorter.

Final hop to London, and remembered to get Lesley's address. I wonder why she did not ask for mine. Still, she promised to reply to my letters.

Finally, we arrived in London, and, as ever, I was half asleep. Woke up pretty quickly, however, and got moving through health control and passport control, and got stuck at customs with my camera. Eventually got through that, and discovered that Lesley would be accommodates at the Albion Court Hotel, and went to find out about my accomodation [sic]. Said goodbye to her, without even a chance to kiss her goodbye, and got back to my own problems. Eventually they decided that I was an unaccompanied minor, and sent me all over the place.

This was more for their convenience, I think. At the time unaccompanied minors were under 16, and I was nearly 17.

Eventually I was put on a bus to Victoria terminal, where accommodation was arranged for me at the Albion Court Hotel.

Finally got there at about 2250 hrs, and it was about 2310 before I finally climbed into bed, which, to add insult to injury, was in a dormitory affair.

For some reason I didn't mention that I was suffering so badly in the night—I may have been groaning—that they called a doctor, who came, and in typical British fashion said “Take 2 aspirins and see me in the morning. That'll be £5, please”. When I gave him my National Health number (PYDK 64), he got angry and said “If I had known you were on National Health, I wouldn't have come”.


Friday, 17 September 1965 London → Exeter → Newton Abbot → KCT Images for 17 September 1965
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Fellow rang up to wake me at 0600 hrs this morning, and up, etc, down, and to write up my diary before Lesley came down.

Did not quite make it, but did well enough. She was, not surprisingly, surprised to see me there, but also apparently pleased. In to have breakfast, and it seems that there were about 10 people from her school hanging around, who would be going with her.

After breakfast, in a taxi down to Charing Cross station to see Lesley off, and all the usual heartbreaking goodbye scenes. Just as I was about to kiss her goodbye, one of her friends came along, but fortunately did not inhibit her much.

Then down to Oxford St and tried in vain to forget about her. Saw a Soligor 400 mm f/8 going £14··10··0. Damn.

I had paid MYR 90 for mine, at the time worth about £11. The markup on other photographic equipment was closer to 300%.

Also saw a lot of other interesting things, including an 85 mm f/1,9 Super Takumar, and a 20 mm f/4 Flektogon Took a couple of shots with the latter - it really is a fantastic lens, and very easy to focus. Only £110 odd.


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Then back to the hotel, posted all my letters, and rung Mrs Baudouy, and then got a taxi to the Weſt London air terminal, and thence to the London airport. There bumped into a fellow at the British Eagle desk who noticed my Pentax, and said that he also had one, and a 200 mm f/5,6 Takumar.

Then to Exeter, and unfortunately a little kid 2 seats way from me was sick. It is suddenly becoming common.

Was met by a cab at Exeter, and finally got moving at about 1445 - the plane was 30 minutes late.

Got to Netherton at about 1530, and Mrs Baudouy was not there. Managed to rouse Miranda, and Papa Baudouy came along. Also got changed, and left my stuff in a room for Mrs. Baudouy to collect.

Down to the station, and discovered that the train service has been discontinued, and had to wait ½ hour, which I spent straightening up my accounts.

Then on the train, and all too soon arrived in Taunton and got a taxi to the school, where I was greeted by dozens of people staring dumbfounded at my photographic equipment.

Eventually, after I had, so to speak, clocked in, and over to the san to tell them I had been in contact with no infectious disease, up to the darkroom, and there showed all my barang to Paul, and were soon joined by Simon.


Saturday, 18 September 1965 KCT
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Oh! How hectic is the beginning of term! My piles also helped little - I could hardly sit down at breakfast.

After that, straight over to the san, and saw the doctor, who was very sympathetic, and said he would prescribe some ointment and suppositories, etc.


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