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Thursday July 21, 1983

The Linthorpe.
 Roy is half dead all day and lays flat out sleeping at every available opportunity. He is such a character. Susan is 24 today and after a busy morning at the Linthorpe we phoned our birthday wishes to Guiseley. A pay phone, shovelling in the 10p pieces. Afterwards we sat outside with a drink on the wall and went up to bed to sleep. We were introduced to a barman, John Thatcher or 'JT' as he is known by all. A humorous, red-faced bespectacled guy with an hilariously depraved disposition.  He brings cheer to the place and lowers the tone considerably. To bed early. Done in. 

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