1992 Hanworth-York: Gerry Dyer's Travel Diary

Like most children, I used to keep a diary full of mundane happenings, which seemed so important at the time but are now lost forever. By the time I was a teenager, the futility of these little jottings became obvious, and I dropped the habit. After all, even though it was wartime, there were other things to do—nights out with the boys from the company, a vague interest in the female species and a large interest in consuming many pints of whatever ghastly brew was available in the local hos...