Sunday December 13, 1981

 3rd Sunday in Advent

Hangover. Billy gave me two Phensic tablets. Sat after eggs and bacon with the Sunday newspapers. The flat is too hot.

Mottram Towers.

Went to the Hollywood for 12 and then to the Robin Hood at 1. The usual troup. Dave, Billy, Garry, Steve, Ally and I. Drank like fish. Ally gave Dave a demonstration of how to play darts properly. The others played pool. Me, a Rhodes, played nothing. I have never had leanings in that direction. Ally drinking Tia Maria. Christmas must be here. Back to Billy's flat at 3 for a silly afternoon drinking watching the snow swirl around the Stockport tower blocks. Later we watched a two hour film of the recent royal wedding. They aren't what you'd call royalists in Stockport. Garry, swilling his tinned beer muttering: 'She's too good for him. She's too good for him.'

Dave's grandad fell over in the snow this afternoon cutting his head. Dave, worried about this, left with the lads at 4:30. We had roast pork with Brussel sprouts which had been on the boil on and off since 9:30am. Worrying about the snow we left at 5:30. I think Billy enjoyed having us. His 82 year-old mum has gone to live with a daughter leaving him free to entertain.

Treacherous drive home.The M62 was almost blocked by driving snow and we crawled and slid at 20MPH by many stranded vehicles. Unbelievable that Audrey made it. Arrived at Bradford at 8:30. Phoned Dave and Mum. Billy phoned later from the Armoury. He is incredible for 42, with the energy of an 18 year-old. Exhausted. We ate cheese toasties, drank hot chocolate, and retired to bed at 9:55pm.

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