Sunday 12th June 1983
We make our own breakfast, very health: water melon and pink grapefruit. By 8 am we are leaving the motel. First stop to get ice before setting off for the Apache Trail. Finding ice here is easy. There is ice with everything.
Saturday 11th June 1983
The weather is still dull, miserable and overcast. The smell of sulphur in the air is worse. LA feels like a suffocating, grimy place, not the playground of showbiz stars we expected.
Breakfast is served on cardboard plates with plastic cutlery.
Friday June 10th 1983 - Delays
The day after the general election. Maggie has won by a landslide. All the turkeys voted for Christmas. Surely they couldn't expect anything other than more of the same. Workers are being sacrificed for the benefit of the wealthy. I try to shake off the gloom. We are off to the US, our long planned trip, to the land of the free and Maggie's best mate Ronnie.