_. Up at 10:30 in the smoke-filled, smelly dining room. The place resembles Winston Churchill's wartime bunker beneath Whitehall. Both Dad and David B are clad in blue boiler suits and puffing out cigar smoke like experimental beagle dogs in one of those cancer research centres. Had a bowl of porridge.
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| Ian Dury's New Boots and Panties ... |
Went to Leeds with Sue & Peter. They really are my constant companions these days. Leeds was overcrowded. We had a couple of drinks at the Ostlers and, for my birthday, they bought me "New Boots and Panties" the Ian Dury LP. Pete bought a new squash racket and oddments of clothing. Back at home at 3:30 the LP refused to play and made a queer noise on the turn table and it rattled and shook. Oh dear.
Stayed at home this evening. Saw a film about General George S. Patton, the US war leader, and finally, at 11:20, "A Night at the Opera" featuring Groucho Marx and Co. Very hilarious.
Mum and Dad are the picture of domesticity, he rug making, and she knitting away.
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