Monday 8th May, 1967
We had dinner at a restaurant called Nino’s. A notorious Italian runs it. When we asked what had become of Abdul-Kador, the waiter he employed last year, he pursed his lips in disapproval and said simply, ‘a prostitute’. Kenneth gave me four Librium tablets and then gave Bill Fox two, and the ex-Navy man called Alan two also. They seemed to have an alarming effect on Bill, who was drinking wine with his meal. ‘I simply must take it up the arse tonight.’ He said, ‘or there’s no doing anything with me tomorrow.’ He said he had been a miner when he was fourteen. ‘I was first fucked down a mine,’ he announced to Nino. ‘Yes?’ Nino said, not understanding. ‘among the coal’, Bill said, trying to explain. ‘A miner did me.’ Nino shook his head. ‘Another prostitute, yes?’ ‘She thinks I did it for a bucket of coal,’ Bill said.
Joe Orton, Diaries