Saturday 24 December 1988

Went out this evening, with my Dad and brother.  We travelled out into the sticks for a few scoops.

Fair play to the old chap, for here we were, Christmas Eve, and he was chauffeuring his two sons!  I know this to be a fact as a) I had passed my test and my brother hadn’t and b) I recorded that I had ‘got pissed up.’ So there.

In other news, as we were stood at one particular bar, we were joined by Mum’s cousin and his wife.  Nothing so unusual there, except for the fact that they lived in Canada!

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