Diary
Philip Horne: Common Assault, 2 March 1989
“... okay’. He was eighteen or twenty, stocky, dressed in black windcheater and jeans, with a short haircut and cold eyes. We later discovered he wore old socks on his hands. ‘If you’re okay,’ René went on, ‘what are you doing crouching in somebody’s front garden in the middle of the night?’ ‘What the fuck business is it of ... ”