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Saturday September 17, 1983

 The Why Not, Hemlington

Takings: Lounge £236.49 /Bar £234.03

I did not leave the bar - day or night - and met all the regular customers civilized and yobbo. They even have tattooed eye-lids in Hemlington. No 'please' or 'thank you' with them either. A ghastly social climber, a former thespian, with an artificial voice box, says I am so alike in stature and mannerisms to his old friend the actor John Alderton. Ally is so brisk. Already the sandwiches are out on the bar ranging from 38p to 45p, and the staff are looking upon her in awe. She is like one of the Cleopatras. The nicest possible Cleopatra. The one without the haircut and the asp. The flat is awful, dirty and empty, and yet already the bedroom looks like home.

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