_. Marita's 25th birthday. The only other Marita I have ever heard of is Marita Phillips, daughter of Harold Phillips, and sister of the Duchesses of Westminster and Abercorn.
Phoned Jacq's office to discuss Saturday, but her co-workers couldn't locate her. Mr Entwistle, her boss, is probably sick of hearing me.
Sarah was back today looking jaded and pale. Complaining she is starting with conjunctivitis, hence the lack of war paint on her eyes.
No Ally tonight. I phoned Peter to see what the lads are up to. He came at 8:30 to Les Haute Pins and we went to the Fox and Hounds to see Sue and Janet Simon. From the Fox the four of us went to the White Cross. Gus, Johnnie and Neil were in the White Cross, drunk, at a stag party for some misguided soul. Johnny fooling around hilariously with an inflatable doll. They went off to the 148 Club in Leeds. At home later a party was in full swing [Jim & Margaret].
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Wednesday January 30, 1980
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| Regicide: 1649 |
At 5pm I scrounged a lift with Carol J to Kirkstall Forge, where I managed to find a seat on a West Yorkshire bus, a rare and wonderful thing these days.
Tonight I studied the letters in 'The Times'. One from an old geezer with a sense of humour who suggested that since we are to have no Olympic Games this year it would probably be a good idea for a 'pools panel' to sit like they do when soccer matches are not played.
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Tuesday January 29, 1980
_. Rang Ally at 8am to tell her of Glynnie's changed plans. She was still in bed despite the fact that she starts work at 8:30.
I was late to the YP [again], but the boss took it very well.Sarah still laid low at Ivory Towers.
In the news: the dreadful Ayatollah Khomeini is close to death. His ticker is giving up on him.
Confusion has arisen regarding the purchase of the house Sue and Pete laid eyes on last week. I am in no position as yet to enlighten you.
TV tonight: John MacMurray was on the telly talking about an opera singer finding her feet in the operatic world. Later, HRH The Princess Margaret was dishing out the Evening Standard Theatre Awards. She spoke very well and is becoming quite like the Queen Mother, that treasured lady. Norman St John Stevas spoke too. Stevas says he was the first MP to say that Margaret Thatcher would be prime minister, but I have always thought that foresight could be accredited to poor Airey Neave?
The Queen goes to Rome in October, and it was actually reported on ITN that HM and the Pope will discuss the possibility of the Prince of Wales making a Roman Catholic marital alliance. It's out of the question, of course.
To bed at 12:15 with a yellowed volume of Erle Stanley Gardner's 'Perry Mason's Famous Cases'.
I was late to the YP [again], but the boss took it very well.Sarah still laid low at Ivory Towers.
In the news: the dreadful Ayatollah Khomeini is close to death. His ticker is giving up on him.
Confusion has arisen regarding the purchase of the house Sue and Pete laid eyes on last week. I am in no position as yet to enlighten you.
TV tonight: John MacMurray was on the telly talking about an opera singer finding her feet in the operatic world. Later, HRH The Princess Margaret was dishing out the Evening Standard Theatre Awards. She spoke very well and is becoming quite like the Queen Mother, that treasured lady. Norman St John Stevas spoke too. Stevas says he was the first MP to say that Margaret Thatcher would be prime minister, but I have always thought that foresight could be accredited to poor Airey Neave?
The Queen goes to Rome in October, and it was actually reported on ITN that HM and the Pope will discuss the possibility of the Prince of Wales making a Roman Catholic marital alliance. It's out of the question, of course.
To bed at 12:15 with a yellowed volume of Erle Stanley Gardner's 'Perry Mason's Famous Cases'.
Monday January 28, 1980
_. Mum came over all peculiar in a shop today and had to sit down on a stack of cans until she regained her composure. She does look pale and tired. I do worry about mama's health at times. Her high [or is it low?] blood pressure has plagued her for some years, and I don't imagine she'll ever rid herself of the problem.
Sarah was off again. She phoned at 9:30 and spoke to Eileen and Carol.
Glynnie phoned. Her cannot come at the weekend, but can come here on Feb 8.
Edwards are in the news. Edward Heath has said he thinks we should go to the Moscow Olympic Games much to the prime minister's embarrassment, and Edward Kennedy is floundering over in Washington. He won't be ever making it to the presidency. He's so bad that nobody has even bothered to try and assassinate him, yet.
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Glynnie phoned. Her cannot come at the weekend, but can come here on Feb 8.
Edwards are in the news. Edward Heath has said he thinks we should go to the Moscow Olympic Games much to the prime minister's embarrassment, and Edward Kennedy is floundering over in Washington. He won't be ever making it to the presidency. He's so bad that nobody has even bothered to try and assassinate him, yet.
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Sunday January 27, 1980
_. 3rd Sunday after Epiphany
Up at 10. Ally took me to Manningham Lane and then she went to the Belfry. Spent 44p on a bus fare just to take me to Hawksworth Lane. Bloody ridiculous. At home I brewed lashings of hot tea for my slumbering family. It was like a scene from 'The Murders in the Rue Morgue', bodies in all the bedrooms. I sat with the Sunday papers, wobbling and pulsating. Philip Ziegler has been commissioned to write the official biography of Earl Mountbatten of Burma and is to have access to the Royal Archives and the Broadlands papers. I have read Ziegler's 'William IV' which is excellent.
It is impossible to escape from reading about the steel strike. Big deal. So, they've stopped making cutlery. Don't most people just use fingers these days? My chain of thought was broken by my father snoring loudly. I am sure that the gas fire cannot be right. People are seldom conscious in the sitting room, at any time of the night or day.
Ally arrived at 3:30 and we all dined together. Tonight we watched 'The Misanthrope' by Moliere, but I found it a silly play. But before act 3 at least four members of the family were unconscious, and Ally left before she could fall victim to the gas fire. Later watched a profile on Robert Runcie, the new archbishop of Canterbury. To bed at 11:15 with a filthy novel.
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Up at 10. Ally took me to Manningham Lane and then she went to the Belfry. Spent 44p on a bus fare just to take me to Hawksworth Lane. Bloody ridiculous. At home I brewed lashings of hot tea for my slumbering family. It was like a scene from 'The Murders in the Rue Morgue', bodies in all the bedrooms. I sat with the Sunday papers, wobbling and pulsating. Philip Ziegler has been commissioned to write the official biography of Earl Mountbatten of Burma and is to have access to the Royal Archives and the Broadlands papers. I have read Ziegler's 'William IV' which is excellent.
It is impossible to escape from reading about the steel strike. Big deal. So, they've stopped making cutlery. Don't most people just use fingers these days? My chain of thought was broken by my father snoring loudly. I am sure that the gas fire cannot be right. People are seldom conscious in the sitting room, at any time of the night or day.
Ally arrived at 3:30 and we all dined together. Tonight we watched 'The Misanthrope' by Moliere, but I found it a silly play. But before act 3 at least four members of the family were unconscious, and Ally left before she could fall victim to the gas fire. Later watched a profile on Robert Runcie, the new archbishop of Canterbury. To bed at 11:15 with a filthy novel.
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Saturday January 26, 1980
_. A fine, sunny day. Out of bed at 10:30. Got a bus to Manningham Lane where Ally was supposed to meet me at 12:15. She arrived at one and I playfully attempted to strangle her in the car.
On to Club Street for a short while and then at Ally's suggestion we drove to Haworth. It was a pleasant drive and by 2pm we were in a little pub [Black Bull?]. The town was swarming with tourists, and all seemed to be very disturbed by our quaint licensing laws. We concluded our lunchtime drink in the King's Arms and then came back to Bradford, bought a bottle of plonk, and dined at Club Street on chicken casserole.
I think it was the wine that finished Ally off, but she slipped into a coma. From the sitting room I carried her upstairs where she slept until 10pm.
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On to Club Street for a short while and then at Ally's suggestion we drove to Haworth. It was a pleasant drive and by 2pm we were in a little pub [Black Bull?]. The town was swarming with tourists, and all seemed to be very disturbed by our quaint licensing laws. We concluded our lunchtime drink in the King's Arms and then came back to Bradford, bought a bottle of plonk, and dined at Club Street on chicken casserole.
I think it was the wine that finished Ally off, but she slipped into a coma. From the sitting room I carried her upstairs where she slept until 10pm.
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Friday January 25, 1980
_. Feel well considering. Last night I consumed vast quantities of brandy and did a lot of listening. Took coffee with Ally and Sue and went into Leeds with Jim and Jennie.
Dull at the YP. at 1pm I met Jacq at the Ostlers for a few lagers to break the monotony. Jacq's 'silver jubilee' birthday party falls on February 2, so that is somewhere to take Glynnie by way of a change. She and Paul are still going strong. It was a leisurely lunch and I did not make it back to my desk until 2:30. I arrived back at the office just before Kathleen. To have bumped into her on the stairs would have resulted in instant death.
Marshal Tito is recovering. Isn't it amazing? He's 87, with one leg, yet fighting on. Meanwhile in other news, our own Maurice Macmillan, MP for Farnham, and son of the former prime minister, is critically ill after collapsing with bronchitis. Farnham is a safe Tory seat and so the PM won't lose any sleep.
Ally at the Belfry. I stayed in and festered until after midnight. Saw a weird film 'Dr Jekyll and SISTER Hyde', wherein the dabbling quack turns into a female.
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Dull at the YP. at 1pm I met Jacq at the Ostlers for a few lagers to break the monotony. Jacq's 'silver jubilee' birthday party falls on February 2, so that is somewhere to take Glynnie by way of a change. She and Paul are still going strong. It was a leisurely lunch and I did not make it back to my desk until 2:30. I arrived back at the office just before Kathleen. To have bumped into her on the stairs would have resulted in instant death.
Marshal Tito is recovering. Isn't it amazing? He's 87, with one leg, yet fighting on. Meanwhile in other news, our own Maurice Macmillan, MP for Farnham, and son of the former prime minister, is critically ill after collapsing with bronchitis. Farnham is a safe Tory seat and so the PM won't lose any sleep.
Ally at the Belfry. I stayed in and festered until after midnight. Saw a weird film 'Dr Jekyll and SISTER Hyde', wherein the dabbling quack turns into a female.
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Thursday January 24, 1980
_. Tiresome day. I want to do something else but know not what. How many times have I expressed disaffection with my employment, and yet after six years I am no nearer moving on. The beginning of a new decade should also see the start of my quest of the world and all it holds.
Took a half day. Left at 12 in pouring rain. Got home for 1:30 to find the house deserted. Had a phone call from Lynn saying she and Mama are taking the waters in the White Cross. Dad arrived home for lunch just as I was about to join them, and I left him, clad in police regalia, inspecting the contents of the refrigerator and whistling a nostalgic tune from yesteryear. I hot footed it down Thorpe Lane and joined Lynn and Mum in the pub for an hour. On to Burley to take Lynn home.
Out at 8pm to Rawdon to see Dave and Elaine Allinson. ______.
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Took a half day. Left at 12 in pouring rain. Got home for 1:30 to find the house deserted. Had a phone call from Lynn saying she and Mama are taking the waters in the White Cross. Dad arrived home for lunch just as I was about to join them, and I left him, clad in police regalia, inspecting the contents of the refrigerator and whistling a nostalgic tune from yesteryear. I hot footed it down Thorpe Lane and joined Lynn and Mum in the pub for an hour. On to Burley to take Lynn home.
Out at 8pm to Rawdon to see Dave and Elaine Allinson. ______.
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Wednesday January 23, 1980
_. Phoned Ally at 7:50 to get her out of bed.
At lunchtime I phoned Lynn to say yes to Thursday at the Allinson residence. She told me she had bumped into Carole Phillips and Mick Lynch at lunchtime. She was given the full and sordid details of Peter Phillips's broken engagement.
Glynnie phoned at 7:30 to escape 'Coronation Street'. He told me that Billy was impressed with his letter, but that Billy had refused to let Dave or Garry see the contents. I gave Dave the okay for the February 1 weekend. Ally is to have a party.
I am taking a half day tomorrow to begin my long awaited purchase of vital family certificates. It's fortunate that Pudsey births, marriages and deaths are stored at Guiseley Register Office.
All I do is watch the goggle box night after night. I was entertained by the Michael Parkinson Show at eleven. Robert Runcie, the new Archbishop of Canterbury, appeared on the chat show and he made a tremendous impression on me. He was light, amusing, charismatic, quite the opposite of the cardboard cut-out Donald Cobweb. In fact, Coggan's reign was a total flop. In such a position he could have done so much more. Runcie will definitely inject new drive and personality.
To bed 11:55.
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At lunchtime I phoned Lynn to say yes to Thursday at the Allinson residence. She told me she had bumped into Carole Phillips and Mick Lynch at lunchtime. She was given the full and sordid details of Peter Phillips's broken engagement.
Glynnie phoned at 7:30 to escape 'Coronation Street'. He told me that Billy was impressed with his letter, but that Billy had refused to let Dave or Garry see the contents. I gave Dave the okay for the February 1 weekend. Ally is to have a party.
I am taking a half day tomorrow to begin my long awaited purchase of vital family certificates. It's fortunate that Pudsey births, marriages and deaths are stored at Guiseley Register Office.
All I do is watch the goggle box night after night. I was entertained by the Michael Parkinson Show at eleven. Robert Runcie, the new Archbishop of Canterbury, appeared on the chat show and he made a tremendous impression on me. He was light, amusing, charismatic, quite the opposite of the cardboard cut-out Donald Cobweb. In fact, Coggan's reign was a total flop. In such a position he could have done so much more. Runcie will definitely inject new drive and personality.
To bed 11:55.
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Tuesday January 22, 1980
_. Dave L phoned to say he's been stricken with chicken pox and is lying low at Tennyson Street. I wanted to go go collect my blue pullover, but he says I would be running a great risk. Anyway, the street has been cordoned off, and a large red cross painted on the front door.
Lynn phoned asking whether Ally and I would like to go with them to Dave and Elaine Allinson's at Rawdon, possibly on Thursday. Should be interesting.
President Carter beat Senator Kennedy in the Iowa caucuses last night. Definitely the death knell for old Ted, who never really stood a chance anyway with his sexual activities and drownings. George Bush won for the Republican party, walking over Ronald Reagan, the actor, who rose to fame in 1918, as 'The Lone Ranger'.
Sue and Pete went off at 6:30pm on an important mission to see Mr Booker, who has found them a mortgage. They returned beaming and Sue immediately phoned Angela [the current occupier of the home of their dreams] at Greenlea Mount, or Greenlea Place.
Uncle John phoned to say that Sheila's father died on Monday and so the Halifax dinner was scrapped. Poor Sheila. He died before she could get to his hospital bedside.
Watched an excellent Clint Eastwood film 'Play Misty for Me', a proper thriller. Bed at 12:30.
Lynn phoned asking whether Ally and I would like to go with them to Dave and Elaine Allinson's at Rawdon, possibly on Thursday. Should be interesting.
President Carter beat Senator Kennedy in the Iowa caucuses last night. Definitely the death knell for old Ted, who never really stood a chance anyway with his sexual activities and drownings. George Bush won for the Republican party, walking over Ronald Reagan, the actor, who rose to fame in 1918, as 'The Lone Ranger'.
Sue and Pete went off at 6:30pm on an important mission to see Mr Booker, who has found them a mortgage. They returned beaming and Sue immediately phoned Angela [the current occupier of the home of their dreams] at Greenlea Mount, or Greenlea Place.
Uncle John phoned to say that Sheila's father died on Monday and so the Halifax dinner was scrapped. Poor Sheila. He died before she could get to his hospital bedside.
Watched an excellent Clint Eastwood film 'Play Misty for Me', a proper thriller. Bed at 12:30.
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