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Sunday July 27, 1980

Sue & Pete.
_. 8th Sunday after Trinity

A dark atmosphere this morning. Mum and Dad were in a foul mood, following the fiasco at the wedding, but they did decide to accompany us to Stockport with Lynn & Dave. Sue & Pete arrived from the Cow & Calf but the subject of the bar bill was not touched upon.

At the Project Bar.
Poor Dave G arrived at the wedding covered in spots, obviously a bout of chicken pox, and so his day had been spoiled. He accompanied us back over the Pennines. All to the Hollywood. The two Daves went to the hospital to get something for Glynnie's spots, then on to Manchester Airport. We flew at 3:10pm. How many honeymooners go away with half the wedding guests?

At the Es Pla, San Antonio in time for chicken for dinner. Out at 10 to a new bar, called the Flash Bar, rude songs playing on the Hi Fi. Then to Los Gatos, the Project Bar, until 3am. Sue and Pete disappeared at about 1:30. Pete lost his voice. Here at last.

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Saturday July 26, 1980

_. Muggy day. Susan and Peter married at 2:10pm at St Paul's Church, Esholt. I lost my last sister and am now alone with just my parents in the solitude of the rambling mansion that is Pine Tops.

The usual pre-wedding panic found its way into the afternoon. The fastening on Mum's dress gave way as we climbed into a wedding car, but the bridesmaids, all pink [drinking gin], soon fixed it.
Sue & Pete,

The ceremony and reception went splendidly. Sue was beautiful throughout. Peter was nervous, but both made clear, loud responses to the Rev Calvin Ward. The vicar overdid things somewhat going on about 'discovering the joy in one another'. After seven years what is left to discover?

The food at the Cow & Calf was excellent. Chippy became very loud. Later, in the disco, he ordered lots of drink, wine etc, all on Papa's bill, unbeknown to him, to the tune of £140. Chippy also offended Mrs Brassington, the proprietress, with his 'flowery language'. This breach of protocol rattled my mother and put a cloud over the close of the proceedings.

Home at 12.

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Friday July 25, 1980

_. Hot day. Home from the YP at 5, to a pre-wedding feast. Uncle Bert arrived. So eccentric and vague. John, looking fit and well, arrived and Ally and I went with him to the Regent, in Guiseley, where we met Maria, Hugh and Anne Macdonald, &c. Maria left us to go to Ridgeway at 11:30 to celebrate her birthday. John brought Ally and I home.

A party was in full swing. Sue, Lynn, David B, Bert, Mum and Dad. Pete was absent, having a 'quiet drink' with his best man, Gerald. The whisky and beer flowed out onto the terrace, as the French windows were thrown open due to the heat of the evening. Bert, sitting in a deckchair in the garden, threatening to be sick. He'd just watched Peter Sellers in 'Dr Strangelove' and complained that the experience had adversely affected him. Took some photos, touching ones, of us on Sue's bed, our last night together here.

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Thursday July 24, 1980

_. Awakened at 6:30 to the sound of Ally's exhaust as she blasted down the lane.

To the YP. Sarah informed me that Peter Sellers is dead. This tragic news had a numbing effect on me.

Dave B rang at 11:30 to offer me the loan of £50. I gladly accepted. We met at the Hog's Head for the transaction of this great financial deal. He was very smart, in a dark suit. Bumped into Christine Braithwaite.

At home: wedding fever. Out at 8:30 with Ally to the Fox and then the New Inn. Home at 10:30 to see tributes to Peter Sellers.

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Wednesday July 23, 1980

_. To Parker's at lunchtime with Sarah who needed reassurance with regards to T_____.

Peter Sellers is worse. Sarah and Delia came at 8pm to mess around with wedding flowers. I went to Horsforth with Sarah to collect a hat, as Ally arrived. We were back in 20 minutes or so. Sarah and Delia stayed until about 9:30, and as they left in walked Hilda, Tony, Karen, Steve, Jill, and Tim. Joined by Sue and Pete at 10. They'd been to see Gus's mum to collect a wedding present. 

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Wednesday May 9, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds, &c Still dull outside. Who cares? Our alarm clock is on the blink and refuses to sound off. Samuel laid patiently...