My journal started in January, 1973, when I was 17 years old ~ compiled as if written for a future grandchild. Transcribing from handwritten volume to blog may take some time ...
Monday December 26, 1977
Bank Holiday in England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales.
David's Christmas party. For the first time in many years Mr & Mrs L(awson) haven't gone to Blackpool for the Yuletide festivities, but instead they spend the night at Sandra's. The event went off with the usual bang. All the gang turned up except CB who is once again having boyfriend bother (Oh God). Mr______made his usual quip about my dancing, and so I got my own back when he was preparing to leave. He and _____(who was surly, morose and introverted) left together and before a large audience in the kitchen I quipped: "Ay, Ay, off for our traditional screw on the Chevin, are we?" Tee Hee. Sandra was grotesquely pissed and I fear some of her lustre has faded. Linda D______ was present. A bit of a tart, I fear. _____.
Slept in my usual rooms at Tennyson Street. God knows what time I eventually crashed out.