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Tuesday March 5, 1974

Diaries are such silly things really. A diary is the place where a diarist can release all his inhibitions, torrents of criticisms and fears. Strangely enough, my diary is neither interesting or amusing. I don't pull people to pieces or secretly idolise some poor acquaintance...


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Wednesday February 11, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ I am growing old. Receding hair, flab, constant lethargy, &c. So awful. I am increasingly antagonised by ...