Moorhouse Inn, Leeds
Lynn is home from hospital. Ally phoned and Lynn was croaking down the line. A cold. Dave L rolled up at 8:30 and we - he and I - headed to the Blooming Rose and then the Junction. Incognito of course. It was disco night in the packed Junction. People were not drinking though. Hundreds of teenagers gathered around one pint of Tetley's. Back to Ally at 10. She was entertaining Brian. Consuming wine. David is as weird as ever, and he doesn't 'booze'. I am unsure what his aim in life is. Teaching bores the pants off him, and yet he doesn't want to give up. At the same time he fancies a pub tenancy in a town centre. He left at 11:30. __________.
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