This is going to be a blank page, so I see not much point in you hanging on at your end any longer. However, I realise that many of you depend on my daily entries, so I won't let you down entirely, being a soft hearted old thing that I am. Anyway, you've had your fun for one day and I'll try to be more productive tomorrow but until then, it's goodbye from me...
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The journal of a Yorkshire lad from the age of 17 in 1973 through several decades .... Transcribing from handwritten volume to blog may take some time ...
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Thursday December 5, 1985
Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ A sad note in a Christmas card from Edna and Nellie this morning. Dad's cousin Vera Dean, 76, was struck ...
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I have just been summoned to thee bathroom by Susie who is sitting in a hot bath in complete darkness. "Michael, the bulb's just go...
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Moorhouse Inn I have the most disgusting hangover I have perhaps ever experienced. Ally too lay whimpering beneath the quilt and refused to...
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