Monday March 2, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn

Pig & Whistle.

Sunshine, but windy. To Scunthorpe after breakfast to the Pig and Whistle. We were very impressed. Like the Butcher's in Pudsey to look at, and in the market place, but with some daunting rough-looking flats hovering on the horizon. The couple there showed us the upstairs, and excellent flat and the lounge is 'us', you know Victorian flower pots and gilt framed portraits. The place had no tap room and in a very good position for lunchtime customers, who all seemed 'normal'. Lots of business types coming in for food. We sat outside because they did not approve of children, and ate fish and chips (again). Samuel is a fish and chips maniac and he sat in the driving seat peering above the wheel. From Scunthorpe, which is a much better place than I imagined, we went to Barton-upon-Humber, passing Normanby Park, home of the Sheffield baronets, of whom the pouting Davina is an off-shoot. (See journal 1976/77). She is now Mrs Jake Morley, but was almost Princess des Galles. Anyway, we passed over that fine erection, the Humber Bridge, to Howden in search of Jean and David (Watts), but failed to pin-point the actual street. We drove around like idiots after phoning and having no answer. Back at the Moorhouse we enthused abut the Pig & Whistle. 

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Sunday March 1, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn

St David's Day

Quinquagesima

Pouring rain. Dismal. We got to Whitby for 12 and immediately felt disappointed by the so-called Jolly Sailors. Mediocre Sailors, more like. The manager was very unhelpful. Certainly this place is not the one for us. Pool-playing deep sea fishermen with unwashed armpits. Oh, no. We ate fish and chips in the car and headed home for 4 calling at the Barleycorn at Scholes, and Drighlington where we checked out the outside of the Valley Inn, which LG had mentioned is shortly to become a managed house. This did fire something and we returned home for tea excitedly. Just Ally and I tonight. Much whispering together.
 

Saturday February 28, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn

New Moon

Our envelope from the brewery reveals two available pubs:

(1) The Jolly Sailors, Whitby

(2) The Pig & Whistle at Scunthorpe.

We resolve to venture forth tomorrow and on Monday to inspect these hostelries.

Chris.

Christopher's party: We first went to Lidget Green where Ally and Sam were coiffured. Saw Club Street. The Whetnalls have put up net curtains. On to Janette's but she wasn't in. To the Royalty pub for a quick pint in the cold. Sam played on the swings with another Sam and a Jade, as in Jagger. We went to Sue's at 2pm. A jolly afternoon. Much wine. I drove Janette to Menston to collect some 'home brew'. She wanted to see me at the wheel. We found Susan greatly changed. ________. Peter was creating such a 'to do' because Sue spent £15 on a leg of pork. Ally is lucky that I do not know or care what she spends our money on. Home at 6. I have lost my watch.

Over zealous Chinese officials desperate to reach their targets during s campaign to exterminate rodents made some couples produce a rat's tail to get a marriage licence, a Peking newspaper said yesterday.

A letter in the Daily Telegraph from the Rev Brian Anderson, of Bromsgrove: "Sir - Now that push button telephones are so common, the verb 'to dial' seems to be wholly inappropriate. Do your readers have any other ideas? Push, prod or poke just do not seem right especially when we would need to have a replacement for something like 'dialling tone'."

Also from the Telegraph: "... part of a programme published by Manchester City Council for its International Women's Week next month: 'March 8 - come and share the day with deaf lesbians, and start to learn their language. With workshops and videos. All lesbians welcome."

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Friday February 27, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn

Christopher Paul is 5 to-day. Party tomorrow.

Thursday February 26, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn

Clemmie was awake at 4, 5 and 6am. By breakfast I was comatose. Feeling vile. I took a hot bath and threw open the pub doors at 11. Upstairs at 12 I felt so shocking that I took to my bed much to Ally's chagrin. She believes in batting on and ignoring pain. I emerged at 3. Samuel was fun. They had just had a gas leak at the nursery and the numbers were depleted because the kitchen there was out of bounds. This evening Maureen opened up and Ally and I went down at 8. Busy tap room. A very large 18 stone bespectacled ______ was celebrating his birthday. Seven pints a round. I phoned Beverley who took her driving test at Eccleshill this afternoon, and failed, but she is firm and resolute to pass next time. Janette phoned to say that T. Brotherwood is having a surprise 40th birthday party on March 16, a Monday. Phoned Dad. His teeth are coming along splendidly, all gold caps, &c. He'll be worth a fortune.

The Queen has appointed Sir Yehudi Menuin, aged 70, a member of the Order of Merit. The honour is the personal gift of the Queen and recognises outstanding achievements in the arts and sciences.

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Wednesday February 25, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

Leslie Gledhill appeared at lunchtime and I had quite forgotten about the letter of last Friday. It was he who brought it up and when I, with wrinkled brow and perplexed look, questioned his statement, he gasped and said I had taken it the wrong way and that he did not doubt our capabilities or loyalty to Humphrey Smith, his heirs and successors according to law. LG walked around looking at the proposed alterations and then expressed his view that we are in need of a change, which we know, because having done 60 per cent more trade this year than in '86 we will never surpass that figure and so it calls for fresh pastures. LG sais lots of pubs are currently available and mentioned the Star, at Mexborough, and one in Darlington. Ally came down with a chip sandwich and joined in the debate. LG gave us some complements that went right over Ally's head. "He says the same thing to everyone". Anyway the crux of the matter is that he wants us to move, for our benefit, and not for any other sinister reason. Off he went. We went upstairs and looked though piles of pub vacancy leaflets some dating back three years. Where do we fancy? Oh, dear.

Deaths:  George F. Tibbles, at Palm Desert, California, aged 73, composer and scriptwriter who set the cartoon character Woody Woodpecker's manic 'H-h-h-haa-ha' laugh to music.

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Tuesday February 24, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn

At breakfast now things are so bad - we have broken so much crockery that we are drinking tea from priceless commemorative bone china celebrating royal events down the years. King George V silver jubilee mugs, &c. Today for instance my morning cuppa was in the 1973 'Princess Anne and Mark Phillips' wedding mug. I asked Samuel who was the face on the cup, expecting a negative answer and he said: "It's Mrs Thatcher". Hoots of laughter followed. Such a bright child. He was on the right track.

Henry John Heinz II, who has died in Florida, aged 78, was chairman of the international food company founded by his grandfather and namesake in 1869 ...

Prince Edward is to leave for the Caribbean tomorrow for a nine day visit during which, as chairman of the Duke of Edinburgh's Gold Award 30th anniversary project, he is to visit Barbados and Grenada. His programme allows him three free days.

Monday February 23, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, &c

Pepys.

Today is the anniversary of the birth of Mr Samuel Pepys. It is to him who we, and indeed you, owe the very existence of this humble journal. In the volume of words alone I did pass Mr Pepys's outpourings way, way back. Sadly, my worthless ramblings will never catch on as his did. I have had no plague, or Great Fire, or intimate conversations with the monarch, like wot he did. Dad has informed me that Uncle Arnold kept a journal until the very end. Dad thinks that I am so like his late brother. At 9:30 we went to the municipal swimming pool which was dirty and cold. We changed in a sticky changing room - Samuel and I - along with 73 schoolboys who I overheard gasping at the fact that I was wearing jeans and no underpants. I think it must be all part of my George Michael image. Samuel hated the water. The boiler was off, and so we had a tearful 10 minutes. He then sat with Ally and Clemmie as I did a few breathless lengths. Not quite Duncan Goodhew, OBE. More like Sybil Thorndike, DBE. Margaret Isabella did lunch. No staff from 5:30. I gave Mags the genealogical study of the Duchess of York for 12 year-old Tricia. It was a joy to do. Samuel has a a green nose. He went to school to tell Dermot all about his sub-aquatic inactivity. Poor boy. I could not swim until I was eleven or twelve. I made my first breathless splash at Guiseley baths in about '67 just after we arrived in the borough. The 20th anniversary of our move there falls on March 10. Just Ally and I tonight. Quiet. Dean Hemingway's girlfriend works in the office of Neil Balfour, the Tory candidate owner of Studley Royal, and former hubby of Princess Elizabeth of Yugoslavia. He's standing for Ryedale. Phoned Dad and Sue. She is better.

Deaths: Lord Talbot of Malahide, who has died aged 87, was the ninth holder of an Irish barony, created in 1831, and Hereditary Lord Admiral of Malahide and the seas adjoining.

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Sunday February 22, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds, LS11 5NQ

Sexagesima

I have been missing my mother lately. I can go for days without any depression and then suddenly slump into a black, anxious mood where I question everything, and scornfully. Why are we here? Just to rot and provide the earth with fertilizer? ________. Supermarkets too, they can bring on a black mood. I can be pushing my trolley down the row of boxes cornflakes when suddenly I see Mum, clad in her anorak and scarf beaming around in Settle Co-op , the light glinting upon her specs. Obviously, I am the victim of some horrid neurosis brought on by grief. I look back upon those 'Pine Tops' days with such pain. We appreciate nothing until the the object of that appreciation is gone forever. 

To Temple Newsam where Samuel looked at the pigs. There was an especially ugly turkey. Back refreshed for 11:30am. Margaret Rushton worked. Margaret Isabella Young began here tonight, the daughter of our Mags.

From the Telegraph: "Percy Potter a retired headmaster, celebrated his 100th birthday this month, and for the benefit of an Eastern Evening News interviewer he recalled his early days as a teacher in Lancashire. In one lesson he wrote some words on a blackboard and told the children to use them in a sentence. One of the words was 'comfort'. He reported than when he was marking their work he found a little chap had put 'I've comfort rent'".

Deaths: Honora, Lady Rashleigh [nee Sneyd], widow of Sir Harry Rashleigh, and the Hon Ronald Leslie-Melville.

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Saturday February 21, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Margaret Rushton, our absentee barmaid, graced our abode with her presence at luncheon. Her mother is flat out in Killingbeck Hospital weighing in at 4st 7lb. Curtains it seems. Grey-faced Margaret's days are also numbered. We cannot cope with unreliability. Here's a little vignette from Bill Gilmore, a former Scots Guardsman with a large red nose. Someone said to him that perhaps Leeds Utd might win the coming FA Cup. "If Queen Anne had bollocks, she'd be t'King", he quipped. Quite excellent. Ally  and Samuel cleaned the car. I cleaned the beer lines. Ate mounds of liver and onions. Just Ally and I tonight. It was good to see Bernadette McCarron back on form. Ally is delicious. We enjoy the intimate 'staffless' weekends. Poor President Reagan is heading for another Watergate. Poor old sod.

This is piquant. The Princess of Wales has asked for a souvenir of her childhood - a grubby window with 500 telephone numbers written on the frame- to be sent to her at Kensington Palace. The old sash window, with four panes of frosted glass, was found at her birthplace, Park House, Sandringham. Mr Frank Chapman, the site agent, said the Princess told him that she had written some of the numbers and would like to have the window as a keepsake because it brought back happy memories. The window was removed from the telephone room at the rambling Victorian house when it was being converted into a hotel for the disabled  at a cost of £1,500,000. The numbers scrawled in pencil, include the chimney sweep, the hairdresser, the laundry, the fishmonger, the Princess's old school, and Sandringham House. Mr Chapman said: "I've also shown the Queen, the Duke of Edinburgh and Prince Charles round. The Queen likes it very much. She felt it was ideal for the disabled. The Queen, who gave the house to the Leonard Cheshire Foundation, will open on July 31. Dennis Maiden, chairman of the management committee said: "It's the only hotel of its kind in Britain. Obviously, because it's Princess Diana's birthplace, it will be a big attraction." The room in which the princess was born has been turned into a double bedroom. Her nursery has been converted into two single rooms. ....

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Friday February 20, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Fuming today. Leslie Gledhill sent us a letter, from which I'll quote later. Winnie, Dad's neighbour at Horton-in-Ribblesdale, phoned and gave me momentary panic, by saying that at 2:30pm today Dad's curtains were closed, his blind in the kitchen was down and his garage door ajar. I tried phoning but had no joy, but eventually traced him to John's, where he was unconcerned. I thought he had 'topped himself'. Poor Sue is abed with gastric 'flu.

Queen Elizabeth The Queen Mother was represented by by Lt-Col Sir Martin Gilliat at the memorial service for Dame Ann Parker Bowles held yesterday at the Guards Chapel ...

Sir Hugh Carleton Greene, former director-general of the BBC, died last night in the King Edward VII's Hospital for Officers. He was 76.

Princess Anne arrived in Agaba yesterday on a three-day private visit to Jordan as guests of King Hussein and Queen Noor. She was met by her husband Capt Mark Phillips, who arrived in Jordan on Tuesday.

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Thursday February 19, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

The Duke of York is 27 today and celebrating in Klosters with the Waleses. Only a year ago Fergie was seen on the piste with Charles and Diana. What water has passed under the bridge since then?

Pool Knock-Out at home. Ghastly. John the landlord of the Station at Hunslet came. Obviously a worried man and constantly looking over his shoulder. He's terrified about being found out about his various fiddles. He kept mumbling about the five managers who were sacked last week, "all on one day" he kept muttering. He is hoping to move to the Crown at Wetherby. We had no staff.

Sir William Coldstream, the artist and arts administrator, has died aged 78. The Daily Telegraph says he was: "one of the few men to exert a wholly benign influence upon art in Britain.  Seldom have high competence, which amounted in his portraits to something more, and sanity been so finely balanced."

More than five million packs of butter have been distributed in Britain as part of the Common Market's surplus food hand-out and supplies of cheese, milk, and beef are now getting through, Mr Gummer, junior Agriculture Minister said yesterday.

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Wednesday February 18, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

I took Bev to Roundhay winding through the morning traffic. She is such a lovely girl. But a mystery. Uncle Peter says she baffles him. But my uncle is easily baffled. Ally was shattered all day but she never sleeps. Clemmie is such a "wide-awake" thing at 3 or 4 am. I got up in the middle of the night and switched on my video and watched "Blazing Saddles", the Mel Brooks epic.

Strong rumours are ripping through Westminster that Lord Whitelaw, the Deputy Prime Minister, may decide to stand down at the next election. The Leader of the House of Lords, who will be 69 in June, is coming under increasing pressure from his family to quit.

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Tuesday February 17, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

You should see the bags under my eyes, folks. My face looks like two kilos of King Edward's. 

Evening: Ally and I to Rawdon Rd, Horsforth, the Matthews stately pile. Such talkers they are. A sumptuous dinner awash with wine. Marita had creeping lobelia all over her chest. They are set on this hotel in Harrogate, but are wary and nervous. The shop is sold and their house goes on the market next week. Such a loving couple through. That is obvious. Chatter, chatter, chatter. A very pleasant night. Home at 2. Bev stayed, and looked shattered.

A group of Conservative MPs launched a campaign yesterday to replace the May Day bank holiday with a bank holiday commemorating the life of Sir Winston Churchill. An early day motion signed by 19 backbenchers calls for May 10 to be set aside as a national holiday to allow "British people to commemorate properly the life and achievements of Britain's greatest statesman within living memory". May 10 was th date in 1940on which Sir Winston first became premier.

Lord Crowther-Hunt, the political theorist and constitutional expert, who has died aged 66, had been Rector of Exeter College, Oxford since 1982 and was a Junior Minister at the Department of Education and Science and Privy Council Office in Harold Wilson's last administration.

From the Daily Telegraph: "People who eat African green monkey appear to be more vulnerable to Aids, a leading African researcher said yesterday. Prof. Olufemi Williams, executive secretary of the Organisation of African Unity's Scientific and Technical Commission, said research had found traces of the Aids virus in people who ate green monkeys in Zaire and the Central African Republic. No traces had been found in the Casamance region of Senegal where the animal abounded but people did not eat it.
Obviously, I have now removed green monkey from the pub menu.

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Monday February 16, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Washington's Birthday Observance

Clemmie woke at 7:30 and we had tea in bed. Samuel could be heard rambling away to his treasured grandad. Dad went down to 'bottle up' after breakfast and put the Christmas tree lights away - because I find such chores impossible. I went out t the bank and to Morrison's, &c, and returned for 10. Lynn and Dave came 'en familie' including Audrey Baker walking with a stick and looking more ill than on previous occasions. Lynn is thin as a lath. They took Dad to Horton at 12. The poor man is pulled from pillar to post. His business is in tatters. He has only had one guest for B & B since September. God only knows what will become of him. He is deeply upset at the loss of his brother 'Dear Bill' and is so drawn towards his brothers and sisters. Dorothy has recently had gallstones removed.

From the Darlington and Stockton Times: "The Rev Chris Shreeve's Bible study was on fasting. The Hawes meeting heard that several religions practiced fasting as a means of growing nearer to God. Refreshments were served."

Luis Robledo, who has died at Bogota, aged 65, was a Colombian diplomat who secretly married the society beauty Lady Bridgett Paulett in 1948. The marriage at Tunbridge Wells register office was kept a closely guarded secret with the couple maintaining their separate flats, and was only publicly revealed 15 months later when they were in Germany where he was negotiating a trade pact.

From the Telegraph: Weddings: The marriage took place on Saturday at the Queen's Chapel of the Savoy of Mr Mark Thatcher, son of Mr & Mrs Denis Thatcher, of 10 Downing Street, London, SW1, and Miss Diane Burgdorf, only daughter of Mr & Mrs T.C. Burgdorf, of Dallas, Texas. The service was conducted by the Rev John Williams, Chaplain of the Queen's Chapel, and the marriage ceremony by the Bishop of Ely. The bride, who was given away by her father, was attended by Miss Debra Grisham, Miss Theresa Flores, Miss Sharon Wood, and Miss Gloria Zapffe. Mr Stephen Tipping was best man. A reception was held at the Savoy.

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Sunday February 15, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Septuagesima

Andrew 23. John and Janette came this afternoon with JPH, Catherine, and Charlotte. Then, Lynn, Dave came at 8, bringing Dad, and stayed until 10:30. They went to sleep at Pool-in-Wharfedale, leaving Dad here. A jolly evening. Lynn chatters aimlessly and is so larger than life. Clemmie woke when we came upstairs.

The Marquess of Hertford last week paid a stiff penalty for ploughing up the remains of a Roman settlement on his estate: £10,000 with £4,914 costs. His forbear the first Earl of Hertford was imprisoned in the Tower by Queen Elizabeth I and brought before the Star Chamber in 1561 for seducing a virgin of the blood royal, and had to pay only £86 more: a fine of £15,000.

The Prime Minister's son, Mark Thatcher, was married to Diane Burgdorf, of Texas, in a St Valentine's Day ceremony at London's Savoy Chapel. 

Here are the heraldic arms of Harold Macmillan, first Earl of Stockton. They were publicly displayed only for the first time on Tuesday, adorning each copy of the order of service for his memorial in Westminster Abbey. Although he delayed applying for a grant of arms until his 91st year, the new peer took a characteristic delight in their preparation by Sir Colin Cole, Garter King of Arms. The two-handed sword of the crest is borrowed from the badge of the Macmillan Clan, with one of the fists clad in mail armour to mark his service in World War 1. Surmounted by an earl's coronet, the arms are taken from those of both Macmillan of Knapp and of the University of Oxford. Three books, reflecting Macmillan's life as a publisher, bear the motto Miseres Discere Succo [I help the disadvantaged to learn]. It is an elegant corruption of the Macmillan Clan motto Miseris Succere Disco [I learn to help the disadvantaged]. The gold background of the upper part of the shield indicates that the family fortune comes from trade, as opposed to green for land or red for military service. For supporters, the new Earl chose a Scottish lion and an American bald eagle, reflecting the ancestry of his parents. The eagle embraces a Scottish thistle, the lion an American juniper. The castellated arch joining two sheets of water comes from the arms of Stockton-on-Tees, but also symbolises the Atlantic Ocean joining Scotland and the United States.

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Saturday February 14, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

St Valentine's Day

Samuel and I were up at dawn writing a card for mummy. He was using real ink and dipping his pen into my Quink ink bottle. We went in to see Mummy with tea and biscuits, and for a cuddle. Ally gave me a card with a particularly sloshy verse. What a fun day this is. Good old St Valentine. Who was he anyway? Back to it. With Samuel to Linfood. I did lunch alone. Quite busy. Martin Mullen came behind the bar at one point to pull his own pint of beer which I frowned upon. He pleaded his innocence and said he wasn't intending stealing beer, but only helping. Just the two of us tonight too. Cosy. 

I am told a story about a woman who asked whether there were any books on euthanasia at an Ipswich library. The assistant then paused for a moment and replied: "No, but I believe we have a book called 'Young Man in India'".

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Friday February 13, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Three years ago this day my standard was hoist for the first time above this prosperous ale-house. May God keep and preserve me for further labours. I am very tired with a headache. At 2 I slept for an hour which helped revive me. Clemmie has a cold and is hot and snotty.  Samuel and I had our usual excursion to see Mr Myers at the NatWest bank, and to Morrison's. Tonight Margaret worked. She too is now complaining, good humouredly, of stress. She and Maureen are the only staff until Margaret R returns on Tuesday. Ally came down at 9 looking superb in a Laura Ashley creation. Bed late. the video has a grip on us these days. 

The Duchess of York was presented with her "wings" in a ceremony at Kidlington Airport, near Oxford, yesterday, and commented: "We'll certainly qualify as a two-plane family." The duchess piloted a Piper Warrior  aircraft to Kidlington  from RAF Benson for the ceremony with her husband, a Naval helicopter pilot, as a back-seat passenger. She is the first woman member of the Royal Family to gain a private pilot's licence and has now expressed a wish to fly helicopters. The Duchess, nicknamed Chatterbox One by air traffic controllers qualified after passing her final test last month. To pass she had to complete a minimum of 40 hours at the control and sit written tests in aviation law, meteorology, principles of flying and navigation. The Duke smiled as his wife was presented  with her licence by Mr Christopher Tugendhat, chairman of the Civil Aviation Authority. The duchess also received a helicopter-shaped bouquet of flowers and she said: "I just wonder what Andrew wants me to do - flying or flower arranging?"

A village cricket club has thrown away its supply of "boxes", used to protect the testicles of batsmen, because of the fear of Aids. The players must in the future bring their own. "Putting on a protective box that someone else has worn is the equivalent of sexual contact," said Mr Roy Scaife, chairman of the Newlyn East club in Cornwall. He urged other clubs, and the MCC, to follow Newlyn's lead.

The parish magazine of Meopham, Kent, carries a notice in its February addition which says: "Churchyard maintenance is becoming increasingly difficult and it will be appreciated if parishioners will cut the grass around their own graves."

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Thursday February 12, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Lincoln's Birthday

Samuel called Maureen a 'stupid bastard' today  in my ear-shot ______________. He was deposited in his bed until lunch when he emerged chastened. LG came at 2. Very jovial. He took a list of the usual things we want doing, but seeing is believing. He told us that Graham & Carol were sacked for the misappropriation of company money. Some managers fail to bank money on a Monday. He checked our bank book and I held my breath because we owe the safe at least £100. I suppose it's all down to fate. When you gotta go, you gotta go. Ally went to town later and I prepared a quiz for next week, using Brewer's, Whitaker's Almanack, and the Dictionary of Insults. This evening Andrew Cromack told me that Richard Clarke stole my cig machine and that Cheetham is innocent. Oh poor Cheesy, doing hard labour for nothing. Don't make me laugh. Tracey [Edna's daughter] told Ally that Cheesy is doing 6 months , but we've heard nothing official. Bed at 12.

The Prince and Princess of Wales began a four day visit to Portugal yesterday designed to  commemorate the ancient Anglo-Portuguese alliance and to boost flagging British exports. They were met at Lisbon airport by President Soares.

Question of Precedence? Arranging the order of precedence for the Sovereign's parade  at the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, on April 10, is turning into a protocol nightmare for the academy's authorities. The salute is to be taken for the first time by the Princess of Wales, but at least two and perhaps as many as four other Royal Families will be attending the commissioning ceremony. King Hussein of Jordan, himself a Sandhurst graduate, will be there to watch his daughter, Princess Ayesha pass out from the Women's Royal Army Corps course and ex-King Constantine of Greece will see his son Prince Pavlos commissioned into the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards. Queen Sofia of Spain - Constantine's sister - may also attend the ceremony and it is thought that Sultan Qaboos of Oman, another old Sandhurst hand, may go down to watch Omani candidates receive their commissions. As representative of the Sovereign, the Princess of Wales will take precedence over other royalty. But how the rest are to be seated as spectators at the parade and as guests at the commissioning lunch is a problem more complex than with which the academy has ever had to deal.

A packed House of Lords heard the Duke of York take his oath of allegiance to his mother, the Queen, yesterday when he was introduced. He took his seat not only as duke but as Baron Killyleagh, and Earl of Inverness. With the Dukes of Gloucester and Kent  as his supporters he was watched  from the equally crowded galleries by his wife, the Duchess, his younger brother, Prince Edward, and other family members.  The Earl Marshal [Duke of Norfolk] and the Lord Great Chamberlain [the Marquess of Cholmondeley] joined him and his supporters in procession with Black Rod [Air Chief Marshal Sir John Gingell] and the Garter King of Arms [Sir Colin Cole]. Lord Hailsham, the Lord Chancellor, seated on the woolsack, received the Duke and accepted his writ of summons.  Then his patent of creation was read by the Lords' reading clerk before the oath was taken and the Lords roll was signed.  With his supporters, the Duke climbed the steps to the royal dias to take a seat next to the throne from which he rose three times in an exchange of bows and salutes with the Lord Chancellor. For his part of the ceremony Lord Hailsham stood in the place next to the woolsack from which he normally addresses the House while taking part in debates. After leaving the chamber to disrobe, the three Royal Dukes returned to seats on the cross benches to hear Question Time.

Mr Robin Janvrin, 40, deputy head of personnel operations at the Foreign Office, has been appointed assistant Press secretary to the Queen. He succeeds Mr Victor Chapman, 54, a Canadian, who will leave the post this summer after five years.

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Wednesday February 11, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

I am growing old. Receding hair, flab, constant lethargy, &c. So awful. I am increasingly antagonised by my fellow man and dependent on the Daily Telegraph. I am almost 32 and look it. I also now listen to Radio 2. Derek Jameson and all that. 

Watched the Duke of York today take his seat in the Lords and sit on the Crossbenches listening to Baroness Seear going on and on about growing cabbages. Poor boy.

Graham came at 6 for a few hours and we sat upstairs. He is a breath of fresh air. They are going to Spain in July with Peter and Dee. We nattered about education. He has not ever considered sending Matthew or Simon to a public school, but he does of course live in a leafy village. He is buying a house near Rugby, at West Haddon, or somewhere. His office is a garden shed. We had a inter-house quiz night extravaganza. Ally worked with Mags. The incumbent came from the Old Red Lion. He and five managers inc. the Raynville, the Hansom Cab [York], were all sacked on the same day. Poor overworked LG.

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