On Monday night I pulled out a bunch of old diaries that I kept for about 4 years in the mid 80's, I was looking for the actual date I flew to England in 1985, but I never made it that far, though it was sometime in November.
It seemed I had a lot of fun 20 years ago but drank an awful lot, drove drunk a lot, spent a lot of money and spent a lot of time doing what my daughter does now, just hanging out at people's houses, moving from one place to another.
It seems though that I was largely happy.
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