“Work. Bit Tired. Tom & Margaret came round in evening”
Obviously the excesses of the night before – whatever they were? – did not stop me from servicing the needs of Southampton’s record buying public.
It’s one of the things I hate about getting older. That inability to enjoy an entertaining late night out without suffering excessively the next morning. What causes that? Does the body’s metabolism just start rejecting everything? Feh!
My Mum & Dad were both 46 in 1975. They obviously didn’t have a problem with late nights… no doubt playing cards, drinking and carousing into the early hours.. am I jealous?