Monday September 26, 1983

 Why Not, Middlesbrough

Sunshine. A phone call from Horton. They'll be here this afternoon. Excitement. In the bar the boring Tommy, a sad figure, told me that he only has two years to live, and here he is in Hemlington drinking a half pint of Sam Smith's beer. I'd be off seeing the world. We expected Mum and Dad to arrive while the pub was open but they didn't land until 4. We sat in the bar eating sandwiches for an hour. Mum looked tired. She told us that my cousin Stephen Myers, 18, is marrying his 17 year-old girlfriend, who has a bun in the oven. _______. We had a sort of semi night off and sat in the lounge bar. We didn't tell the bar staff just who they are and they suspect they have been sent by the brewery to sus out the place. We sat with just one drink after getting rid of the mob, but we all looked jaded and went upstairs. We did the tills sitting at the table.

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