Saturday, July 18, 1981
Got into Easterby late. It seemed quieter than usual, with gangs of a dozen or so youths lounging on the grass outside Northern Building Society or standing in gesticulating groups near Howard’s. All shadowed by the police. Dad says that trouble is expected again; police found a petrol bomb store near the Poly. Maybe I was more aware than usual. I bought a shirt and Mum a present.
England all out for 174 and 6-1. Mum blew up at me once more for my ‘support’ for the Dublin rioters. Nanna P.: “Nay lad, I’m surprised at you.” I'm reading V. S. Naipaul’s The Middle Passage.