The Why Not, Hemlington
Sunshine. Shortly after opening in walked my long lost cousin Brian Myers and his wife Valerie, who live nearby at Great Ayton. I called John and Janette down from upstairs and we all stood chatting for an hour. Ally and I had to work and so we couldn't devote ourselves entirely to our kinfolk. At 3:30 we all went to town and Janette, generous as ever, bought us all a ghastly meal in the Cleveland Centre. The pizzas were like cardboard soaked in tomato puree. To the Linthorpe after closing. We'd had a tense evening at the Why Not. The mob who last smashed up the place appeared and I thought my days were numbered, but they went as soon as I called the police. Pissed at the Linthorpe. Roy groped Janette. Mags and I did a high wire act singing Nat King Cole. Home and to bed at 5am.
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