_. Chippy's 21st birthday part at 2, Walker Road, Menston. I'd done nothing all day but collect my air tickets from Smiths. We ate fish and chips in the restaurant at Harry Ramsden's.
We met at the Shoulder and went to Chippy's at 9pm. Ally was out of it but soon perked up with the punch. We stood with Chris Baker and Julie Harris all night. Tetley's hand pumped bitter from a barrel in the garage was a success. The proceedings were marred somewhat when a dispute flared up between Mrs Ash and Dave Sanderson, Pete's cousin. A street brawl followed and the Nason contingent withdrew from the festivities. __________. It did not deter us from staying until the cold, ghastly dawn.
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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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Friday June 29, 1979
_. Ally and I were quite unfit for work and decided to forgo our daily labours and stayed between the sheets. Susan was displeased, not with our decision but at being disturbed in the small hours. I fell back to sleep to be awakened at 9:30 by Sarah C on the telephone. I told that I could not possibly get into the office today. She slammed down the phone saying I was impossible and it was about time I grew up. Goodbye Sarah.
Slept all day. Delia phoned and laughed about her daughter. Up at 6:30pm. Peter was watching Wimbledon. We stayed home until 10 and then went down to the White Cross. We intended coming home at a reasonable hour but Helen Scott's party lured, and Ally and I went to Hyde Park (Leeds) and drank gallons of wine, which I simply couldn't keep down. Vomit and 3am and back to Guiseley. It was a weird party.
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Slept all day. Delia phoned and laughed about her daughter. Up at 6:30pm. Peter was watching Wimbledon. We stayed home until 10 and then went down to the White Cross. We intended coming home at a reasonable hour but Helen Scott's party lured, and Ally and I went to Hyde Park (Leeds) and drank gallons of wine, which I simply couldn't keep down. Vomit and 3am and back to Guiseley. It was a weird party.
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