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Sunday June 1, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

1st Sunday after Trinity

Alan, Frank & Bernie.
Ally furious at my late night. She was not party to it and I was at fault for not going up at frequent intervals to see my poor, pregnant Pig. Ally stayed abed all day doing her Madame Du Barry routine. Bev phoned at 11:58am to say she cannot work this lunchtime following a row with Uncle P. Oh dear. Hellish night. The McCarrons were giving it big licks. A large Irish contingent. Bernie and Frank go to Italy for a week from today. Milan, I think. That man Richard Branson, with the teeth and lots of cash, has been appointed by the PM to lead the war against litter. We are a disgusting race for litter. One goes to Europe and one is made immediately aware of the cleanliness. Princess Margaret has a severe throat infection. It's the ciggies.

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