Then I got up again to buy some milk at the garage because muesli and tea would be invaluable.

Orange/yellow flames burst into my consciousness as I tried to rest - poeple were burning their wooden houses, but I stayed in bed calming myself. I peeped out when riot police arrived at first light; John and Susan, and then Suzana, knocked to tell me, but I said to go away I'm asleep.

When it was light, around 7a.m., I got up, made tea, climbed onto my roof and took a photo of the scene. 20 or 30 people were on the roof of the roundhouse - I wished I could have been there. Others had padlocked themselves to their houses, and to the jetty. I started dismantling my swings, scaffold, and bicycle-powered generator.

A bailiff said hello, where had I been the last few years - he remembered evicting me from Camberwell and New Cross and Hackney... I'd been a few places and done a few things - inside my mind and outside in the world.

I was loading my bus, tying things on the roof, and so on when I heard the noise of chainsaws -they were cutting down trees. I walked over, 'What are you doing?' They said they were cutting the trees because someone had climbed one. They were ten big trees.

Up till then the eviction had been (perhaps) fair but firm. But felling those trees down was petty spite- they know we like trees. But it's their property, their right, makes the land more valuable to their accountants' way of thinking. But trees are the lungs of London.

Those trees had been there for 30 or 40 years. We'd been there five months, and were gone in five hours. I used to drink Guinness, but no more.

If every night I'd written down what had happened that day, well, what a book I'd have! But observing and writing like that would have altered reality, altered how we behaved, whether they'd known I was doing it or not, the observation affecting the observed (is that Heisenberg's uncertainty physics) - I didn't, and I'm glad I didn't, but I also regret that I didn't. For years I've done a monthly newsletter, DiceNews, just 20 photocopied A4s (I'm an introvert), but while at Wandsworth I didn't do one, too busy living a life.