Sunday August 23, 1981

 _. 10th Sunday after Trinity

Hot day. Not that we saw much of it. In bed until 11:30. No ill-effects from last night. No time for cuddling, the pub opened half an hour later. 

Had a fry-up with David. Sat reading the 'Sunday People' - utter claptrap. 

with Billy.

To the Ring 'o Bells for 1, and we sat outside drinking until 2:30 with Dave, Billy, Garry and Steve. A woman, who'd been at last night's pyjama party, came over to talk and remarked that she had always quite honestly thought that Steve was deaf and dumb. He does give that impression. Billy has a mortal fear of members of the hymenoptera family, particularly wasps, and he amused us by running around the beer garden shrieking as the little vespula vulgaris gave chase. Nothing goes smoothly when out with Billy. He's like a 1930s music hall act. 

Back at the Hollywood at 3:30 for lunch - turkey. We collapsed afterwards but recall seeing Burt Lancaster as Moses, and Harry Belafonte on the Muppet Show.

Our last sighting of Jim Glynn was when he hobbled off for his evening bath. I do hope he pulls through. We had a final drink with the lads at 7 and arrived home at 9:30. Bed.

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Saturday August 22, 1981

 _. 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

The Armoury.

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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