(no video link this time, just the pictures below)

Crowley spend his last days in a Victorian guest house in Hastings named "Netherwoods".

He spend most of his days in his rooms where he also took his meals. He roused himself as darkness fell and sat up all night writing letters, reading or indulging in his heroïn habit.

He had a ration of heroïn wich was allowed him, it used to come down from a chemist called "Heppel's" in London. The police knew about it.

Mrs. Symonds often watched as he injected himself.

"He didn't mind, and neither did I" she said.
This is how he looked towards the end.






















Just a nice old man enjoying his tobacco and his heroïn.