_. Sunny morn. Up at 8:30. Both into a very hot bath. Breakfast: eggs, sausages, &c. We squabbled over the toast and marmalade. Ally was in something of a foul mood.
We left for Stockport and 11:00 and amazingly we were in the Hollywood pub at 12:15. It was wet and cold in Stockport, as usual.
Lily is a mass of brown curls, the blonde
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beehive of Bet Lynch-like hair is no more. She looks 20 years younger which is more than can be said for poor Jim. He's upstairs wrapped in a large dressing gown, looking haggard and pale. The poor man is only 58. He has not lost his sense of humour though, but was sadly incoherent, and mumbling. David attempted to act as interpreter.
We drank at the Hollywood and then went on to the Ring 'O Bells with Billy, Garry and Steve. Out this evening to the Armoury at 9, with the lads, to an 18th birthday 'Pyjama Party' at the Robin Hood. We frolicked until after 1 and then returned to the Hollywood. Ally went straight to bed and I sat bemoaning life's dreary outlook with David. He is cheesed off with his lot and needs a kick in the right direction.
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