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The journal of a Yorkshire lad from the age of 17 in 1973 through several decades .... Transcribing from handwritten volume to blog may take some time ...
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Saturday June 5, 1982
Hotter today than ever before in the history of the universe. Well, at least since the 'Big Bang'. Went to Winchester where the car decided to come to a grinding halt on a narrow road near the college. The car boils, and so do we. We let out some naughty words, and the atmosphere was far from healthy. We marched on to the nearest pub called the Queen's where we sat grunting over warm beer. After half an hour, and the car having cooled down, we moved on. We drove to Weeke to see Graham and Charlotte Smith and the new arrival, Isobel Clara. Subdued atmosphere. I think they were about to go out until we burst upon them. They are still in mourning for Oxo [the cat] struck down dead at Easter. The baby looked very much as babies do. We listened as Charlotte told us of the pitfalls of breast feeding and the unpredictable outpourings from her nipples. The Smiths are coming north in November. To the Cricketer's at 2 for another ploughman's. Tonight out with Graham, Gill and Tony Ellis to the Bush. Pissed. Stella Artois at 80p a pint.
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Monday June 10, 1985
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