Friday April 26, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Dad phoned this morning to say they arrived safely at Airedale Hospital after a bumpy ride over the tops. Mum was put in room 5 but then moved to room 4 because the TV is better there. They got straight down to it and drew off three pints of fluid from Mum's tummy. He said she was very tired and sleeping. Lynn and Sue are visiting this evening, and we'll have a further report then. Poor Mum. How brave she is. We didn't go out after lunch thinking someone might phone with a bulletin. How depressing. 

Phyllis's thighs: like a Rubens painting.

We went down at 8 and sat with the Egans. Ally phoned Lynn at 11 to be told Dad was all alone at Club Street. I was drinking pints and at 11:30 I bolted the doors and informed all those who were fortunate enough to be on the inside remained inside until the crowing of the dawn cock. The wild orgy of merrymakers consisted of us, Ally and I, Audrey, Maureen, Jean, Margaret, Dougie, David Howard, Geoff, Phyllis, Jerry, Mary, &c. Audrey sneaked out after 5 minutes but everyone else were soon pissed as arseholes. I did my usual stuntman impersonation. Clambering around on the furniture and 'sky diving'  - writhing on the floor with Phyllis, &c. Mounds of naked thigh, like one of those paintings by Titian or Peter Paul Rubens. I really went to town. My pyramid proved highly popular. 

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