Tuesday November 1, 1983

 The Why Not, Hemlington

Autumnal. The Pakistani gentleman came again to battle with our glass washing machine. He spent three hours in the lounge but did nothing. If he was at home doing this I feel sure that General Zia would have him flogged. Ally went out and bought those expensive fish pieces in plastic bags which we ate hurriedly at 5:30, because we expected the chief to come in at any moment, but in fact they didn't walk in until 8 o'clock. David Tyne arrived with Les Gledhill and a woman, Donna Lea, a lady area manager. We stood at the end of the bar and had a few drinks. Immediately we learn that the Motts have decided not to come here after all , but Tyne insists that we will not have to stay any longer than one extra week. The boss says that we will have to take some unpaid leave but they are going to send us to the Red Lion in Bradford where the Wills people are in need of a holiday. I am going to be used as flying day relief in the Bradford area. We think this is very good of them. No mention was made of F.O'B and Gledhill seems to take a great interest in us. Tyne's 86 year-old dad was a Martin's Bank manager, as Frank was, and he and Ally chatted about this. People are always obsessed about Ally. I am always cast aside at these 'interviews'. We were told to send our money for tickets for the dinner on the 30th and they went away leaving us happy and confident of a future in the company. Our only sadness is that we do not leave here on Nov 7.

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