Saturday December 7, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Dismal. Ally awful. Nausea, &c. Chris Wills came in and spent the afternoon with Audrey & Terry. I hid behind a customer at one point and listened as Audrey launched into a ridiculous and scandalous tirarde against me. I was shaking with amusement mingled with rage. She was complaining that I leave her every afternoon to clean up and lock up at 3:30. What she failed to say that at 3 o'clock on most afternoons three old men is a crowd. I shouldn't allow her to annoy me, but she does. I put in more working hours in this place than any of the previous managers, I'm sure. We now have only 50 staff hours. The Piries had 150 at least in December, 1983. I went down at 7. Chris and Liz in working. I propped up the bar and had a lager or two. Just to show I am the boss and can do as I please. The door opened at 7:30 and in came Sarah (Collis) and Trevor (Abbott) just for half an hour. They were heading to Trevor's yuletide 'do' at the Cambrian Hotel on Nineveh Street (Greer Garson?). Quiet. Much social intercourse. To bed, quite done in, at 1am.

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