_. Drizzle, fog, rain. Breakfast at 10. Met by Ally at 11 in the Citroen. Over to Stockport in treacherous conditions arriving at 1pm. Lily's hair is no longer blond - like Mrs Thatcher she's gone 'honeysuckle'.
Off to the Robin Hood pub with Billy Garry and Steve. Drank profusely. They all seem to revere Ally - nay, idolise her. We all do get on extremely well. Back at the Hollywood at 3 Dave played his 'Meatloaf' LP.
Out at 7 with the lads to dinner at 'Steak Kebabs' . I had a 2lb T-bone steak. Ally also had a T-bone, but smaller. Afterwards the merry band returned to the Robin Hood for further lubrication. Argued with the barmaid about who actually shot J.R. Ewing. The fun continued until after 1am.
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Moorhouse Inn 2nd Sunday in Lent with dear Phyllis. Drizzle. Up for a full-English. Samuel is much better behaved without the influence of ... -
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