Tuesday March 4, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds, LS11 5NQ

The lads were here again today in the cellar after spending a night at the Adriatic on Harehills Lane. They say the proprietor is a Pole. I thought he was an Italian. The job was finished at lunchtime and they celebrated with burgers and chips. A guy from Vallance's came to repair our video player and he condemned it, saying it was beyond repair and that the tuner had 'gone'. Postman Pat was sounding like a castrated pig. The annoying thing is that we now have to wait until Friday for a new appliance. British industry is so bloody slow. One wouldn't have to wait until Friday in Tokyo or Frankfurt. I boiled in my rage and stamped on the floor like John Cleese. Graham was back at 6:30 for an hour or so before going to meet Anthony (Browne) at 'Cloud Nine'. Graham told me the hair-raising tale of how he was almost copped for evading the payment of his TV licence. Gill was cautioned by a pin-striped thug on their doorstep "anything you say will be taken down" &c. Ally and I alone downstairs later with only three octogenarian punters. I attempted to record 'I, Claudius' but got the wrong channel.

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