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Thursday August 1, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

So-called Yorkshire Day. Harold Wilkinson brought Ally a white rose with which to festoon herself. They all joked about Ally being a Lanc.Of course this isn't so. Where the Hell is Wallasey, the place of her birth? Ally stayed upstairs tonight in a collapsed heap. I have knocked off the tradition of staff taking cash home. It is quite immoral. Customers who buy the girls drinks surely do not expect them to take cash home instead? It is an abuse of the system. Some staff take a fiver home at the end of the evening. If I am to have a written warning from Donna Lea I'll be damned if the staff don't suffer too.

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