Moorhouse Inn
This day is a complete blank. I have been getting lapse of late. I will try to convey a description of the diarist as he is at the moment. I am now in my 31st year. I am not too fat, though my tummy tends to sag. Still, my trousers measure only 34 inches around the waist. I weigh 13 stones and a few ounces. I have a lack of musculature. Scrawny arms, &c. I stand just under 6 feet. My hair is thick and dark - no grey. It's too long at the moment but it's getting cut soon. I have a very thin moustache with envelopes my tiny pursed mouth. I do not have to shave every day. I am a light shaver. It would take me forever to grow a beard. I have a tendency to grow a double chin. This is because my face is full. Some would say round. I dress like a typical thirty year-old when working in the bar. Boring, dull trousers, shirts, ties &c, but dress more flamboyantly in private life. Certainly I look younger than my years. Politically I am more right wing than General Zia. I love music. Anything from Debussy to Duran Duran. I love my wife and I love my son. I miss my mother more than I can say. I am happy with my life though it is too busy at times._____.The journal of a Yorkshire lad from the age of 17 in 1973 through several decades .... Transcribing from handwritten volume to blog may take some time ...
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Saturday September 28, 1985
South Wood Farm, Cotleigh, Devon South Wood Farm. Out of bed bright and early. Another sunny day. What a week we have had. Ally did the pac...

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Quinquagesima. By 4am only Judith, Kathryn and I are conscious. But when we decided to call it a day I realised with horror that my jacket a...
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Moorhouse Inn I have the most disgusting hangover I have perhaps ever experienced. Ally too lay whimpering beneath the quilt and refused to...
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