January 16th 1942

More doing nothing and a little baseball with the Sergeants. Yesterday drank with Joe Nelson and Teddy and Joe’s girl Olga who has come up from Bombay, and they hope to marry on Sunday. Alot of whisky, and dinner in the Park Hotel. Joe Nelson from New Zealand, and lately from Aden, and old Jack Moulding – 7 years in the Straits Police – are two people I can sit and listen to for hours. There’s a sort of romance in these sort of people – only I can’t quite place it. Sergeant Moyer, a young Canadian, and Sergeant Glass, a big brawney Australian, are two more. Nought to do but hang about, all packed up.