Saturday October 15, 1983

 Why Not, Hemlington

The Daily Telegraph is full of the Parkinson Affair. Mrs T should not have back him so. It shows a lack of judgement. People won't stand for the top brass getting involved in sexual scrapes. It's perfectly acceptable for the local social worker or college lecturer to be caught trousers down, but it's simply not on when you're the Secretary of State for Trade and Industry. Send L. Gledhill a creeping letter asking to be given the Cheshire Midland. We now have to wait and see. Ally went off in driving rain to post the letter. We are very surprised that Fran O'Brien hasn't phoned about the stocktake. Perhaps he is letting us stew for a while. Ray Davis sneaked in again and I had him ejected by the law. (I have been told to always phone the police at the slightest sign of trouble. It's such a well known, violent hostelry). As Davis was leaving he informed the uniformed constable that nobody beneath the rank of inspector had the right to remove a citizen from a public house. Otherwise, a quiet night.

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Friday October 14, 1983

 Why Not, Hemlington

Phoned Les Gledhill and told him we are interested in the Cheshire Midland. He told me to put something in writing . He is a soft spoken individual. Phoned Horton and told Mum and Dad about our visit to Hale. Auntie Mabel was there with them and I had a quick word with her too. It is really awful that the police found it necessary to contact the brewery. It is now a black mark against our name and coupled with the disastrous stocktake it paints a gloomy picture. Ally is furious about the defecit and until another stocktake is carried out (Monday) we cannot tell whether it really is as bad as it seems to be. Phoned Roy to let him know the Hale situation. He says the stocktake result is 'the last thing' we need. I hope it doesn't go against us with L. Gledhill. News: the awful, foolish Cecil Parkinson has thrown in the towel and resigned. This is good. I saw him as a possible future PM but this Sara Keays incident has put paid to that. We are a Puritan nation.

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Thursday October 13, 1983

 Why Not, Hemlington

Dismal day. The result of last weeks stocktake has arrived showing a defecit of £136.49. This is hideous. We have a viper in the nest and now have to take action accordingly. The very idea that someone comes behind our bar and gives away, privately sells, and steals our stock sends me into paroxysms of rage. I have very great doubts about two members of staff. They do a lot of whispering with the roughnecks. Fran O'Brien phoned to say Emmerson has spoken to him about the poor way I run the Why Not. We called the police again tonight when an estranged wife found her hubby in the bar and smashed a pint of lager over his shiny, bald head. He dragged her out by the hair, in true caveman style and attempted to drown her in a puddle in the car park. Ally watched from an upstairs window as the aggrieved husband dragged the screaming woman into the housing estate.

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Wednesday October 12, 1983

 The Why Not, Hemlington

The Cheshire Midland.

Up at dawn and out at 9 leaving the cleaners who almost certainly will sit with Tequila Sunrises and Hamlet cigars as our car disappears from view. Down the  M1 and then the M62 to Manchester and to Altrincham, pleasant with posh shops. Hale is nearby. We were impressed by the place. The pub, white and Georgian in appearance sits close to the railway, but is not spoiled by this. It's the type of railway station one sees on old films. You almost expect to see Celia Johnson coming through the mist on the platform. The place was empty at 12 and we sat eyeing the place over. Had delicious beef sandwiches.The pub had been recently decorated and was pleasant. We walked around looking at the shops and then went back to confront the relief manager who took us on a hurried guided tour of the place with another couple who trained at the Cambridge. At 3 we went away impressed and called on Dave G and Lily at Edgeley (10 miles away). Dave was of course in bed but came down when he heard our voices. They think that if we're taking £3,000 a week at the Why Not then it's busy. We left Stockport at 5 and got to Middlesbrough for 7. Brenda and Jeannie were in the bar. No incidents. I went upstairs at 10, and later some CID chaps collared me when I came down to eject everyone at 10:40. They had been in the pub watching, and the bar staff had not rung 'time'. One copper, Emmerson I think, accused me of trying to hide something when I went to close the curtains. 'The only thing I'm hiding is the windows', said I. Pigs. They say they will inform the brewery
. Picking on me because of my youth. Ally was very upset.

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Tuesday October 11, 1983

 Why Not, Hemlington

Why Not?

Still wet. No tattoos this morning and only a pin-striped executive playing the fruit machine to disturb the tranquility. I phoned the brewery with my order and sorted out the deliveries recently arrived on the dray. Look at the map. There are two Hales in Cheshire - one near Manchester and the other in obscurity near Liverpool. Phoned Roy who confirmed that the Cheshire Midland is near Altrincham. Having lunch when Fran O'Brien phoned to query our first summary sheet sent in weeks ago. "Why have you bought an office table? ... and how can you have spent £10 on stationery?" He is such a bloody miser. Ally gave him a complete run down of our purchases. O'Brien has no set date when the Motts take over here, but it must be about a month away. Of course we'll tell nobody. We didn't mention the Cheshire Midland to F.O'B either. Roy says it is none of his business. I got everything ready for our absence at 11 after closing while Ally was upstairs in her
counting house.

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Monday October 10, 1983

 Columbus Day, USA - Thanksgiving Day, Canada

The Why Not, Hemlington

Ally is exhausted and looks quite done in. We went to Thornaby at 2 leaving Sue in the bar. Bought rump steak and a marrow. After a meal at 4 Ally climbed into bed and I told her to remain in that peaceful nest for the remainder of the evening. This she did. Fran O'Brien says the Motts are to take over here. Plumbers came and unblocked a lavatory in the ladies. Messy. They also fixed a blocked sink in the flat. We must be costing the brewery a small fortune. Ally, before going to her slumbers, phoned Les Gledhill and expressed our interest in the Cheshire Midland. We agree to go look at the place on Wednesday. I think Mr Gledhill will make a better area manager than F.O'B.     He hasn't (illegible) yet but we do expect trouble sooner than later. That Bousfield boy crept back in again - like a slug - and I told him to go. How do they have the cheek? Did the tills unaided as Ally slept on. She woke when I climbed into bed.

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Sunday October 9, 1983

 19th Sunday after Trinity

We were up early and ready to go by 11:30. The pub doors opened at 12 and the staff and customers poured in as we left. Ronnie Bedford was lurking around and I told him to go. We set off down the A1 in silence. We worry too much about the bloody pub and can't get our thoughts off the place. We were in Guiseley in about an hour and found the Bakers in disarray. David in one of his sombre moods. Frances and Katie were dressed alike in red with Diana Spencer collars. Katie is grown and not as pink. The others arrived. Mum looked dowdy in the ensemble she last wore at John & Maria's wedding in '76. John and Janette are in Scotland visiting JPH who has been missing his Dad. ____. All to St Paul's, Esholt, at 2 (or was it 3?) for a hurried little christening service carried out by the vicar of St Oswald's, Guiseley. Ally didn't hold Katie who was held by her father instead. She wasn't bothered or put off by the water and attempted to splash in the font. I giggled when the vicar pulled the plug and the water gurgled away noisily. Cora Wilkinson, my music teacher at Fieldhead (1967-71) was playing the organ. Lynn was clad all in grey and David, dryly, commented that she was dressed like a nanny. Back to Thorpefields for a buffet lunch. Audrey Baker looked well but is crippled. Christopher attacked everyone and no amount of chastising could stop him. We left after 7:30 and returned to Middlesbrough for 9. Nothing amiss here. Exhausted to bed.

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Saturday October 8, 1983

 Why Not, Hemlington

Roy.

I decided to go to the Linthorpe to see dear Roy and discuss the arrangements for tomorrow. We found him covered in soot burning rubbish in the garden. He took us in and gave us tea and sandwiches in the snug. All is prepared and Tim is supervising. Marie is away at York races for a few days and has the car. He tells us that a pub in Cheshire, at Hale, called the Cheshire Midland, is up for grabs and says it would suit us. He advised us to ring Les Gledhill or David Tyne on Monday and express our interest. Roy is very keen to see us settled and away from the Why Not and will give a good reference if called upon. Such a pleasant, genuine man he is. He always beams at the sight of us staggering from the car. We went on to see Tim at the Master Cooper. Ally has changed her opinion of the young man and now likes him. Back at the Why Not we sat and had a drink together watching Margaret work. Tim and Philomena came at 8 and I showed him the burglar alarm, &c. A quiet night. I 'bottled up' and got everything ready after 11. Ally did the tills, &c. To bed late and happy knowing we are sneaking off tomorrow.

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Friday October 7, 1983

 Why Not, Hemlington

The birthday of our barmaid Margaret MacMahon who came in and drank two pints of lager and advised me to be more 'forthright' in my dealings with the customers. I think I am quite direct, and not doing too badly. Ray Davis, a maniac barred out by me two weeks ago came sneaking in and was supplied with booze by friends. I spent much of the night arguing with him. He is a psychopath. Ally stayed upstairs and wrote a letter to Jean Watts. I later wrote to Sarah. I am curious to hear of news from the YP.

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Thursday October 6, 1983

 New Moon

Why Not, Hemlington

Parkinson: cock up.

We didn't set the alarm clock and woke at 8:15. Bliss. We lay in our bed listening to Terry Wogan on the radio. The news reveals that Cecil Parkinson has had an affair with his former secretary and that she is now expecting his bastard. That's the door of No. 10 slammed in his face. It never fails to amaze me how such ambitious and intelligent men can make such foolish mistakes and cock everything up. The electrician returned and fixed the fire exit lights damaged in the recent riot. I spent the morning in the bar with Regina Marie Jennings, 23, a new barmaid of Irish extraction, with little or no sense of humour and a quiet, sombre disposition. She would make a very good Mrs Danvers in the next re-make of 'Rebecca'.

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Wednesday October 5, 1983

 Why Not, Hemlington

Ally: fringe

The stocktaker cometh. We were up early. What will happen? Do we have light fingered staff? We shall see. Mick, a tiny wisp of a youth came from the brewery and we spent the morning counting Bacardi bottles, &c. He likes Ally's till cards and says that the cash is £30 over and so we have
nothing to worry about there. He spoke about the other 57 (?) managed houses. The Butcher's Arms at Pudsey is one, near to Auntie Mabel's. Karen is 24 today. We sent a card. It's MM's birthday too. Ally went off to Thornaby and came back at 3:30 with no hair and stood giggling like someone with a screw missing. She does not suit a fringe. She takes these calamitous incidents so well. Many women would weep and sob uncontrollably when dissatisfied with a hairstyle. Not Ally. I am blessed with a good humoured wife. Dominoes in the bar tonight. Ally was in the kitchen for four and a half hours cutting sandwiches.

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