Moorhouse Inn, Leeds
Rose at 7am. Pitchy black outside. Pottered in the cellar and returned for eggs at 8:15 after sitting on the loo with the Daily Telegraph. The gnome-like David Stevens, of United Newspapers, has bought the Daily Star. In other news, the Queen is to visit China next year. Lord Diplock has pegged out and died. He was a silly old judge. Over breakfast the phone rang. It was the brewery saying our delivery will be late - tomorrow even. Fuck it. We are almost dry now. Soldier on regardless. By 11:30 the mild was gone and we only have 28 gallons of Old Brewery Bitter. ________. Graham appeared at 10 and he stayed the night. We had fish and chips. _______.
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