Category: 1944/09
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September 26th 1944
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 a chair with me. In the morning I take her to her office and then […]
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September 25th 1944
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 of a bottle of Canadian Club I don’t do very well, and the vibrations seem […]
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September 23rd 1944
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 a raincoat and she kisses me – or I suppose I initiate it. Then a […]
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September 20th 1944
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 his nose) and we get talking and she gives me her phone number, and we […]
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September 18th 1944
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 home about 1am having seen some very grim women home on the way back here. […]
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September 17th 1944
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 night Reg, David, Collier and self go to Pulton in Reg’s car to an all […]
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September 10th 1944
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 I fail again, then off the course I go, damn it, and there’s nothing left. […]
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September 7th 1944
I go and say farewell to the King-Hays and next day drive to Hawarden with Reg Cooper. Celia Spink, thank God, is posted. We get ourselves all in a gang for huts and flights. Reg and I go to Chester the first night by car, under the tutelage of George Bainbridge, who is still here, […]
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September 3rd 1944
I get posted to Hawarden together with A.J. Scott, Reg Cooper, David Crook, “Tiny” Price, Denis Collier and Bob Martin – also one Harris. Reg and I go down to the Corbett dance but it is a bit grim, though I get in without paying anything as the “heiress’s guest” – Emlyn Williams. Last night […]
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