Wednesday November 16, 1983

 Why Not, Hemlington

Mags.

Warmer and wetter, and so is the weather. We rushed out to the car, as Ronald Reagan would do if ever his secret service agents had a day off, and made our last drive to that dead hole, Thornaby. I forgot to say but we visited Roy on Monday but they were absent at a furniture sale. Tonight was dead as a doornail. Anna asked to work in a different bar to Carole, but gave no reason. Went upstairs at 11 screaming with glee - our torture at the Why Not is over. Praise be to God. Ally and I changed and went over to the Linthorpe where we all went in taxis (Roy with us) to the re-opening of Mandy's disco. It's called something else now.There until late. We sat with Mags (who secretly loves me), JT, Roy, Marie, trainees, &c. Roy was very pissed and he attempted to thump Macca, who was paying too much attention to Mags. They all ended up outside squabbling. Roy disappeared in a taxi trapping Mags in the door and we chased them in another vehicle back to the Linthorpe. Mags, wet and wearing velvet, was hysterical. I was drunk too on whisky, and only Ally was sane. Back to the Why not for our last night under that hideous roof.

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