Tuesday August 23, 1983

Full Moon

 Linthorpe Hotel, Middlesbrough

We had a letter from Lynn this morning which contained some very sad news. David Lazenby was found dead in bed last Thursday. He died in his sleep. I do not profess to have known him well but down the years we have come into contact, usually in a drunken state at parties, and it's horrific to think that he's been taken at such a young age. Poor Peter. He will have taken this badly. John & Janette gave a party on Saturday but hardly anyone attended. Lynn and Elaine (Allinson) attended leaving the two Davids babysitting, and later Elaine disappeared into the night after sobbing in the toilets that Peter, our beloved Peter N, had 'propositioned her'. Oh dear. 

Carolyn Herbert.

The funnies reveal that the photos published yesterday of the willowy Diana-look-alike were not of Sophie Birdwood but of the Hon Carolyn Herbert, Lord Porchester's daughter. We are told that Sophie Birdwood has never met Prince Andrew and she returned from holiday yesterday looking peeved. They must have been wetting themselves up at Balmoral. Carolyn Herbert is a friend of the royals. She would be ideal for Andrew. 

Roy and I cleaned the beer lines. I am not too good at this yet. Roy commented dryly that he can tell that my last job went 'at a slower pace'. You can say that again. Ally was closetted with Marie talking about book keeping and how to spot the vodka addicted cleaning lady. She lay upon the bed this afternoon telling me of the ingenius ways Marie has of spotting a 'fiddler'. Both of us in the lounge tonight.

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