Work tonight ..... Ugh!
Marlene, Frank, Mark and Debbie are visiting Mum & Dad.
Go to Maria's place at 2.30 to see Carole for a few hours before going into the office. Sit with Carole, Maria and John in front of the tv for a couple of hours until 4 o'clock, just as they are about to start Sunday dinner.
Work was completely dull, as it invariably is on a Sunday, and I leave at 10.30.
See the end of a pre-war Humphrey Bogart film and consume several whiskies, which give me a sudden burst of Christmas spirit.
Do not rellish work in the morning. I wish that Santa Claus could come a few days early for a change. Somehow I don't think he will.
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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 December 20, 1975
To Oakwood Hall tonight. Andy and Linda's engagement party. ______.
Carole and I had shopped in Bradford all afternoon and she compelled me to get Andy and Linda four revolting 'sundae glasses'. What Andy will do with such things God only knows. But Carole insisted we bought them something and when Carole insists on doing something it is impossible to disuade her.
Went to the Hare at 8 and gave our present to the happy couple. Left the Hare at closing time, and attempted to get into Sweeney Todd's, but failed miserably. That was how we ended up at Oakwood Hall on this joyous occasion.
Carole and I barely said a civil word to each other all night and I almost decided to finish with her once and for all. Somehow I changed my mind. Afterwards, Raymond brought us to the White Cross and the two of us walked up to Maria's, where she's staying. I eat piles of cheese on toast and argue with John about all manner of things.
The walk up Thorpe Lane did Carole and I the world of good and by the time we reached Ridgeway we were getting on like a house on fire, or perhaps a hospital bed.
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Friday December 19, 1975
Dave, from No 40, Hawksworth Lane, arranged a trip to Annabella's disco in Bradford. All the gang went, by coach of course, and we drank and made merry until 2am.
Carole and I were squabbling again and I realise we haven't quite seen eye to eye lately.
CB was with us. I bought Dave L all his ale. I don't object to this of course because you know as well as I do that I'd do anything for David. These college chaps can't afford to eat or live - let alone booze.
Home at 2.30. John was three sheets to the wind and proceeded to make more than a bit of a racket on our arrival at the palace.
Goodnight one and all.
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Carole and I were squabbling again and I realise we haven't quite seen eye to eye lately.
CB was with us. I bought Dave L all his ale. I don't object to this of course because you know as well as I do that I'd do anything for David. These college chaps can't afford to eat or live - let alone booze.
Home at 2.30. John was three sheets to the wind and proceeded to make more than a bit of a racket on our arrival at the palace.
Goodnight one and all.
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Thursday December 18, 1975
The great unveiling of Lucy Collis's new kennel.
John and I go up to West End Lane at about 7.30, and Sarah and I stand about while John bangs, brays, hammers and attacks Mrs Collis's kitchen like something not right. We entertain Mrs C's mother with a fine demonstration of the Yorkshire accent, which absolutely delighted her. These Northamptonshire breeds aren't all that up on dialects.
We leave at 9.30 and I get to Carole's a hour and a half late. She isn't going round the bend or anything and is quite normal.
Maria takes a different attitude and when John brings her down to the Hare she's sulking and has a face like a wet weekend.
I got the last bus home and retired to bed immediately on my arrival at the ancestral pile.
You're very lucky to be reading this, because I nearly didn't bother getting the old pen out today. You may be even luckier tomorrow.
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John and I go up to West End Lane at about 7.30, and Sarah and I stand about while John bangs, brays, hammers and attacks Mrs Collis's kitchen like something not right. We entertain Mrs C's mother with a fine demonstration of the Yorkshire accent, which absolutely delighted her. These Northamptonshire breeds aren't all that up on dialects.
We leave at 9.30 and I get to Carole's a hour and a half late. She isn't going round the bend or anything and is quite normal.
Maria takes a different attitude and when John brings her down to the Hare she's sulking and has a face like a wet weekend.
I got the last bus home and retired to bed immediately on my arrival at the ancestral pile.
You're very lucky to be reading this, because I nearly didn't bother getting the old pen out today. You may be even luckier tomorrow.
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Wednesday December 17, 1975
A bit of a Royal day in Leeds today. Sarah, Eileen, Carol and I went up to the Queen's Hotel to see the arrival of the Prince of Wales at 12.20 this afternoon. It was a biting cold day and everyone in the crowd looked perished.
The prince dashed out of his Rolls Royce and fled up the red carpeted steps of the hotel with some speed and those in the crowd who were not perhaps on form may well have missed seeing him altogether. Sarah says he looks tiny and thin - something of a puny prince. He's about 5ft 8ins I think, which is quite average really.
I had to laugh at The Times this morning. An article concerninhg the love letters between Sir John French, commander-in-chief of the Army in the 1914-18 war, and his mistress, was topped with the headline 'FRENCH LETTERS SCANDAL'. Makes it sound like some court case involving a Durex swindle. I laughed for hours.
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Monday December 15, 1975
Don't fancy writing anything today. In fact, I think I'll retire until after Christmas if it's all ok with you. For God's sake you can't complain! I've been sitting here now for three years telling you all my daily activities and if anyone deserves a rest I think I do.
PS - it was Uncle Tony's 40th birthday yesterday. ______.
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