_. I escaped from the YP at 12. Ventured out this evening with Sue and Pete to the White Cross where we met Frank, Gus, Chippy, Debbie, &c.
On to the Shoulder where I collided in the gents with Pete M. He filled me in on months of gossip. Martyn is getting married on Oct 4. I passed this news to Sue & Pete. Mr Mather took Mr Hudson home and returned to the White Cross. I was very drunk, staggering around like a space age Freddie Frinton. Saw Maura Tobin [see journal Jan 11, 1975] who was similarly stewed. Maura gave me her telephone number much to the annoyance of her large, tattooed escort. Phil Knowles was there too. On with Pete M to a dull Il Trovatore in Ilkley, and at 1:30 we made a SAS style raid on 21, Victoria Dr, Horsforth, the Ratcliffe residence. The boy [Chris] was far from amused, and he sat in his dressing gown puffing out smoke like a Lowry landscape.
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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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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... -
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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