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Well now. It’s been 8 pints in 9 hours, or perhaps 9 in 10.

Signed on yesterday and started a poem for Viv Cooper in the dole office, as the rites were being performed. I will post something on here, even if it is no good enough for my own eye.

Today: Ilkley, White Wells to test hat throwing; Ilkley Gazette (they used the report I wrote); Riverside; Bat Tat, whose manger could be bothered calling me to tell me they were not going to bother putting on a duck dinner; Midland, where the lad who’d previously fiddled wi me pie welcomed me aas a friend’ Leeds to the Grove, Gary who drinks far too much; Bradford and to the Woodman, Sarah and Leroy.

I think that is about it.
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