Well, Steve, you got it slightly wrong. It wasn't a day centre it was Botchill, a residential hostel attatched to Langdon Hospital. And how do I know this? Because the bloke in the penultimate chapter of page 196 was me. I had completely forgotten the kindness of the drummer from Dirt but Steve's writings brought it all back.
And if any of you have ever wondered why the world's largest cryptozoological research organisation is run by a gaggle of middle-aged weirdoes living in a tumbledown old house in the arse-end of nowhere? Well it's mostly HIS fault....