Category Archives: 1944/09

I go into town and take Barbara to “Quaintways”. We get some beer in from the pub across the road having had dinner first at her house. I spend the night there and B. gets quite affectionate curled up in … Continue reading →

At El Dobbie’s (Elsie Dobbie’s) there is quite a nice looking girl, one Barbara Paul, and I ring up Andy later and find out where she lives and take her out to “Quaintways” dancing on Saturday night. Despite a third … Continue reading →

I go into town again last night and take Sergeant Joan out to a few pubs. We are thrown out somewhere at 10pm and she takes me to some dark corner of Chester under a tree and we sit on … Continue reading →

Whilst in the “Monk’s Retreat” last Thursday, drinking Guiness through necessity, not through choice, I see  two Waaf NCOs with two Yanks. As I leave I say to one of them “Whose country is this?” (her Yank is out powdering … Continue reading →

This is awful. We have today off, so I duly go in last night to do our worst. Bob Martin and I go to a dance at the Castle but it is damn grim and costs me 4/-. I get … Continue reading →

I take Jill to the Grosvenor and “pay off ship”. She is the wife of some Canadian W/C and refuses to tell me her name. A pity. Next day I go into Barlow’s with Denys Collier, but nothing doing. Last … Continue reading →

I get flying again at Poulton. I do the pinpointing exercise in 15 and 20 minutes, much to everyone’s amazement, but fail to find Welshpool on a dual cross-country in a Harvard and will be allowed another try tomorrow. If … Continue reading →