Tuesday November 29, 1983

 Red Lion, Thornton Road, Four Lane Ends, Bradford 8

Red Lion, Four Lane Ends.

The boring NGA strike has brought about a rush on Daily Telegraph sales, and so they had all sold out when I finally got to the newsagent. Instead I bought a thin and dismal YP. Prince Edward has appeared in a play at Cambridge and was a success. He will be Duke of Cambridge one day - I hope. Busy lunch. Ally went to 'mothercraft' classes at Odsal where they have all the pregnant ladies laying on the floor and sleeping for ten minutes. Poor Ally wanted to wee and was laid with crossed legs and an agonised expression. She watched a film on breast feeding and had a lesson in breathing during labour. One should always breathe from the diaphragm, and not the nose of course. __________. Ally tired. She slept on the settee. I did no work after 8. It is tradition for the landlord of this establishment to go out at 8pm and escort an elderly and apparently blind widow across the road for her nightly gil of 'Four X' mild. Poor old Mary, for that is her name, was hit by a car in Morecambe while eyeing a joint of beef in a butchers' shop window. I went upstairs to my sleeping beauty and watched a docuemtnary on Prince Johannes von Thurn und Taxis, a West German aristocrat in Robert Lacey's TV series.

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