_. Marita's 25th birthday. The only other Marita I have ever heard of is Marita Phillips, daughter of Harold Phillips, and sister of the Duchesses of Westminster and Abercorn.
Phoned Jacq's office to discuss Saturday, but her co-workers couldn't locate her. Mr Entwistle, her boss, is probably sick of hearing me.
Sarah was back today looking jaded and pale. Complaining she is starting with conjunctivitis, hence the lack of war paint on her eyes.
No Ally tonight. I phoned Peter to see what the lads are up to. He came at 8:30 to Les Haute Pins and we went to the Fox and Hounds to see Sue and Janet Simon. From the Fox the four of us went to the White Cross. Gus, Johnnie and Neil were in the White Cross, drunk, at a stag party for some misguided soul. Johnny fooling around hilariously with an inflatable doll. They went off to the 148 Club in Leeds. At home later a party was in full swing [Jim & Margaret].
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Wednesday October 9, 1985
Moorhouse Inn, Leeds Slept until 8:30 when the Schweppes delivery man woke us. Much chaos. To market after a frugal breakfast. Ally explain...

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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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Quinquagesima. By 4am only Judith, Kathryn and I are conscious. But when we decided to call it a day I realised with horror that my jacket a...
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