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Tuesday May 22, 1984


 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

Carolyn Herbert.
Still tired after our adventure yesterday. Ally thoroughly enjoyed her birthday. 

In the back bar I was very excited picking up old Jim's Daily Star which announces that Carolyn Herbert is now the constant companion of Prince Andrew. The lady is blessed with a splendid pedigree. Both she and Andrew stem from Henry VII (as do Charles and Diana), and both descend from the 2nd Duke of Portland. The mother of the Queen Mother was of course a Cavendish-Bentinck. The Hon Miss Herbert seems to be very much cast in the Princess of Wales mould, and would making a cracking Duchess of York. Koo Stark, Kim Deas and Katie Rabett - never. However, by now I really should have learned not to be taken in by the 'Daily Star'. 

Jill and Tim came last night and left cards. Maureen mistook Jill for a pub landlady. Graham and Gill phoned tonight with their baby news. Siobhan will be with us on or around Samuel's first birthday. Graham says it's probably best to get all the babies over and done with speedily one after the other. Gill will be thirty in September.

Wet. The tap room was like a mad house. A mad man spewed up all over old Jim, who stood in the doorway dripping in steaming vegetables, quite speechless. I clotched three on this quiet afternoon. 'Mad Michael', the Irish lunatic had to go after I found him sleeping in the ladies toilets.

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Friday August 10, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn Sandy (left) and chum. My first guinea pig, Sandy, was born 20 years ago today. Blimey, what a brain I have. What a memory. O...