_. Dave the Sailor arrived. Out this evening with Sue, Peter, Ally and the sailor to the White Cross. Many of the locals are heavily bandaged, covered in bruises, and missing vital limbs. The landlord explained that a recent brawl had raged in the hostelry which had resulted in nothing short of a massacre.
We went back to Pine Tops with wine for further revelries. Out to the Woolpack at Yeadon with Sue and Pete. They took us to a house party on the Coppice Wood estate. We bumped into Jill and Tim and they came along to the party. Today is Tim's 20th birthday. The host of the party, a miserable soul, reigned over the proceedings. The sailor had a fracas with another guest and so we made a speedy exit. Jill and Tim carried us off to Bradford taking lots of booze from the party in the back of his van.
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