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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Monday August 30, 1976
Bank Holiday in England, N.Ireland & Wales. Out for a drink with Tony. He comes up at 8 o'clock and we go to The Drop in Guiseley until closing time. Discuss the usual subject: 'Miss Akroyd & the Details [Once Again] of the Collapse of Her Entanglement with Anthony Brotherwood, Esquire'.
It's three years since I had a nasty verbal exchange with the fat, wholesome landlady of the Drop [Mrs Hanson], and although I vowed never to darken the doorstep of that place again, I have been in a few times since.
Tony comes home for a coffee and we watch part of the revolting Edinburgh Tattoo on the BBC. The sooner Scotland is granted its independence the better. Why should the United Kingdom continue to be associated with such a far-flung, bleak, and pagan nation? [Just a joke, mate. Some of best friends are Scots].
List of Nice Scottish people:
Sir Harry Lauder
Dame Flora Robson
The Queen Mother
Flora MacDonald
Hugh Fraser, MP
The Earl of Dalkeith
Moira Anderson
Andy Stewart
Mary, Queen of Scots
Sir Iain Moncrieffe of that Ilk
The Duke of Rothesay
Billy Connolly
Lord Lovat
Rupert Murdoch........
Rupert Murdoch?
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