Friday November 11, 1983

 Veteran's Day, USA - Remembrance Day, Canada

The Why Not Hemlington

Hagler v. Duran.

Ally has joined the Halifax Building Society, we both have, and a bank book came in the post confirming that we have invested a grand total of £26 with that auspicious banking organisation. Ally will make me a rich man yet. Thank God for good wives. When barmaid Sue came in at 11 we went to Thornaby to bank £500 and we bought big cream cakes, crumpets, and fruit loaves. We will be as big a house sides, before long. We hurried back to eat our purchases and swill tea whilst the dubious barmaid toiled below (that is if one actually 'toils' with only three customers). I am tired and developed a headache. At 3:30 we went out to an antique shop in Linthorpe and bought a tea pot and a sugar basin with an image of Hardraw Falls at Hawes, on the front. They cost £10 and we thought they'd make a good present for Mum and Dad, living only a few miles from Hawes. It's silly buying Mum perfume for Christmas because she uses so much that by the New Year it's gone. Ronnie Bedford came in the bar this afternoon and threatened that before we leave here he will 'smash my head in'. Such friendly, warm people. We had lasagne which didn't go down too well. I slept on the bed for ten minutues and then went downstairs for the night. Quiet. The mob in the bar is obsessed with boxing and a fight between Marvin Hagler and Roberto Duran is to be screened at 10:30. Using my grey cells I dismantled the TV set before opening and hid it telling the pugilistic throng that it was broken. That put paid to them asking for a 'stoppy-back' at closing to watch two sensless apes knocking the fuck out of each other for money. Boxing really should be outlawed.  Blood sports? Why worry about slaughtering foxes when we are busy killing each other?

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