Extract from Sunday, 6th January, 1980:
George has a pamphlet on alcohol, which incites Harris to quote: "What doth alcohol promote? Marry, sir, three things! Lechery, nose-painting and urine! Lechery it doth both provoke and unprovoke; it provoketh the desire and taketh away the performance."
We were joined by my elder daughter and her boyfriend, and by 'J' in Ye Olde White Harte.
Extract from Sunday, 20th January, 1980:
There was snow on the ground, but thawing, so we went to Bourne Woods.
We had a reasonable walk, but it was very slippery underfoot. Vicci was very naughty, despite having responded well to training during the week. At one stage she pulled me over, and I went flat on my back on the ice. As a result we spent twenty minutes at the end of the walk in intensive training.
Typical conversation:
Harris: "Did you see those two deer up ahead?"
Me: "No."
Harris: "They looked just like large Alsatians!"
Me: "I did see two large Alsatians, though!"
Vicci drank some fresh water but Caspar only drinks vintage water; which was a cue for Geordy Bill to remark about his love for paramecium, euglina, cyclops. Unfortunately he couldn't remember the name of daphne which required Harris's superior memory.
(No doubt he had an old flame of that name.)
We retired to the snug of the Blue Bell, where the sun poured in through the window. Apart from 41p per pint, all was well with the world.
Extract from Sunday, 20th January, 1980:
Harris had arranged for his wife and mine to join us in the Conservative Club afterwards. George was very rebellious, saying that he refused to don a tie (unnecessary) or to venture into a drinking establishment without his dog (inevitable). I eventually persuaded him to come, but he insisted on making his point by refusing to sit with us!
This page is an indication of how the Canine N.T. Society has sunk to the depths. "Chrome plate", "Ladies as well as men". Noise (from the band - I know them all) Background of folk who are the "real wealth earners" - I know them all! However I forgive G.B. & L. Harris (as they forgave me when I didn't go to the Hare & Hounds).
