Wednesday February 22, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds 11

Exhausted. Up at 7 o'clock but could do no work and so I wallowed in a hot bath and then sat over breakfast and the Daily Telegraph until 9:30. Disgusting really with my beer cellar looking like downtown Beirut. 

Breakfast TV: Selina Scott doesn't seem to know the difference between corporal and capital punishment. Katie Rabett dominates the funnies. Pictures of the future Duchess of York in fishnet stockings and French knickers cannot be right. I am a strait-laced sod at times. The hideous Willie Hamilton MP is to introduce a Bill to abolish hereditary peerages primarily to stop Mark Thatcher becoming the 2nd Earl of Finchley after the death of Margaret, Countess of Finchley, KG. Silly old pillock.

Ally in a green t-shirt looking divine. She's having her six week check up - a post-natal thing. ________. We both did the food today and I didn't go into the bar. We took a meagre £6 on sausages and chips, &c.

Michael Brown.

We went to the clinic at 3:30. Samuel was weighed and inspected by a doctor. He's 10lb 1oz. Excellent. He behaved well and didn't whimper or bawl. ___________. Then Ally saw Dr Danks and had a post-natal inspection. It was over in minutes. She's a brave old stick. 

Bessie phoned. They go to Lanzarote tomorrow.
Michael Brown and Roger Ratcliffe came here at 7:30 and took me on a pub crawl around old Hunslet. The Garden Gate is a breathtaking example of Victoriana. The three of us sat over halves of bitter glued to 'Coronation Street'. It was so good to see them both after so long. Michael is such a great wit. Roger is now the Sunday Times northern correspondent. Back for 9:30. Ate with Ally at 10. Relaxation.

Takings: (B) £129, (L) 113.

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