_. Woke up, which wasn't easy. To Cala Tarida on the ferry. Billy enjoyed the trip. Buildings are going up everywhere on the hills around Tarida where only pine trees and shrubs could be seen three years ago. Beautiful though. The topless ladies are as numerous as the new buildings.
To the OK Coral for pizza tonight and the endless round of bars. El Capone is now a ghastly bar. The Project Bar (formerly the Pavement Bar) is now our favourite boozer. Prices are no different to last year.
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Sunday July 8, 1979
_.Went to the airport, just a few miles away, who took £8 each from the four of us. I snoozed all the way. We were due to fly at 8:15 but the flight was delayed until 10:30.
To the Hotel Galfi in San Antonio where the manager looks like someone from a 1950s epic about the Spanish Armada. You know the type. Philip II's devious ambassador to the court of Queen Elizabeth I. His wife, hereafter called Madam Commandant, is German and resembles something like Eva Braun with a hint of Cruela de Vil.
To the beach, baring our white, purulent flesh. Rick spots us almost immediately and makes out that all is well, when it is obvious that he is on a downward, slippery slope. We can, he says, go on one of his confounded beach parties at a reduced price of 500 pesetas.
To Tony's Bar for chicken. Out in the "west end" tonight. How wonderful it is. Drank Pernod. Spewed up back at the Galfi.
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To the Hotel Galfi in San Antonio where the manager looks like someone from a 1950s epic about the Spanish Armada. You know the type. Philip II's devious ambassador to the court of Queen Elizabeth I. His wife, hereafter called Madam Commandant, is German and resembles something like Eva Braun with a hint of Cruela de Vil.
To the beach, baring our white, purulent flesh. Rick spots us almost immediately and makes out that all is well, when it is obvious that he is on a downward, slippery slope. We can, he says, go on one of his confounded beach parties at a reduced price of 500 pesetas.
To Tony's Bar for chicken. Out in the "west end" tonight. How wonderful it is. Drank Pernod. Spewed up back at the Galfi.
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Saturday July 7, 1979
_. To the YP from 8:30 to 1:30. Ally drove me to Leeds with my luggage and a hangover. It was so very good of her. I wish she could have climbed into my suitcase and come along too.
Took a train to Stockport and got there at about 4pm. Dave G was in holiday mood and raring to go. I can never see us going anywhere but to San Antonio. And to think I laugh at people who holiday in Blackpool year after year.
Went at 5pm to collect Garry with his permed hair and shy aspect. Joined by Billy, Neil and Steve. We went to Didsbury (Steak Kebabs?) and for one of the nicest dinners of my dining-out life. My T-bone was succulent. Back to the Hollywood until about 4am. The lads played pool whilst I sat smoking with Jim and Lily. Billy is going to be absolutely fatal.
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Took a train to Stockport and got there at about 4pm. Dave G was in holiday mood and raring to go. I can never see us going anywhere but to San Antonio. And to think I laugh at people who holiday in Blackpool year after year.
Went at 5pm to collect Garry with his permed hair and shy aspect. Joined by Billy, Neil and Steve. We went to Didsbury (Steak Kebabs?) and for one of the nicest dinners of my dining-out life. My T-bone was succulent. Back to the Hollywood until about 4am. The lads played pool whilst I sat smoking with Jim and Lily. Billy is going to be absolutely fatal.
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Friday July 6, 1979
_.Out tonight to the Hare and Hounds with Mum, Dad, Sue, Pete, Ally, Lynn and Dave. When was the last time we had such a meeting in a public house? Probably Lynn's birthday at the Coniston back in March.
Judith R was floating around with a new hairstyle and acting like Marie Antoinette & refusing to acknowledge my frantic gyrations and yells. Obviously, her new found position (as the pub landlady) renders it impossible for her to converse with her former acquaintances. Tim must be the jealous type. Mum told him to have a juke-box installed and he bleated some excuse. Judith seems to like the Mike Sammes Singers going round on a musical loop.
Lynn looked pale and showed some strain. Back home I went to bed leaving Lynn and Mama having a weep together.
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Judith R was floating around with a new hairstyle and acting like Marie Antoinette & refusing to acknowledge my frantic gyrations and yells. Obviously, her new found position (as the pub landlady) renders it impossible for her to converse with her former acquaintances. Tim must be the jealous type. Mum told him to have a juke-box installed and he bleated some excuse. Judith seems to like the Mike Sammes Singers going round on a musical loop.
Lynn looked pale and showed some strain. Back home I went to bed leaving Lynn and Mama having a weep together.
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Thursday July 5, 1979
_. Quiet day at the YP and at home. I packed a few things into my suitcase in readiness (for the holiday), but feel a definite lack of enthusiasm. I put it down to the fact that nobody else is going from this end. I bet the excitement in Stockport is gripping them all. I suppose the thrill of the Ibiza '79 expedition will sink in on Saturday afternoon when we all get together.
I won't be meeting Miss Catherine Rhodes until after my holiday when she'll be a month old. I met JPH on the very day that he made his entrance into the world, and shall never forget that bundle of tranquillity. There is something magical about new born babies. No doubt some people have other ideas.
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I won't be meeting Miss Catherine Rhodes until after my holiday when she'll be a month old. I met JPH on the very day that he made his entrance into the world, and shall never forget that bundle of tranquillity. There is something magical about new born babies. No doubt some people have other ideas.
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Wednesday July 4, 1979
_. Independence Day, USA.
Praise be to God. I've found my fountain pen. June bought it for me in April, 1973, and I've used it every day since. That was until I mislaid it last week.
What can have befallen the sweet June Bottomley? She became engaged to a large, flabby accountant and has probably disappeared into Shadwell and obscurity with two delightful children and a £9,500 mortgage. No doubt they have a caravan and go whenever possible to the Lake District. June will be dabbling in French at night school and attempting dressmaking because children's clothes are such a price these days, aren't they? And Horace, the husband, whatever his name is, will smoke ready rubbed tobacco, wear baggy Arran sweaters. Early in the relationship he bought a few Pink Floyd LPs but now he's into James Last and his Orchestra. "Oh, we saw him live in Manchester last Christmas. He's absolutely fantastic...."
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Praise be to God. I've found my fountain pen. June bought it for me in April, 1973, and I've used it every day since. That was until I mislaid it last week.
What can have befallen the sweet June Bottomley? She became engaged to a large, flabby accountant and has probably disappeared into Shadwell and obscurity with two delightful children and a £9,500 mortgage. No doubt they have a caravan and go whenever possible to the Lake District. June will be dabbling in French at night school and attempting dressmaking because children's clothes are such a price these days, aren't they? And Horace, the husband, whatever his name is, will smoke ready rubbed tobacco, wear baggy Arran sweaters. Early in the relationship he bought a few Pink Floyd LPs but now he's into James Last and his Orchestra. "Oh, we saw him live in Manchester last Christmas. He's absolutely fantastic...."
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Tuesday July 3, 1979
_. Had little or no conversation at work and escaped at 4:30. Tonight Ally, Sue, Pete and I went to Burley with a large bunch of flowers for Lynn. Audrey and Henry Baker were there. Lynn has been told not to try for another baby for at least six months. She flustered about making coffee ignoring commands to 'sit down Lynn'.
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