Sunday July 24, 1983

 8th Sunday after Trinity

JT (right)

Eric, one of Roy's friends, wandered into our room at 7am with not a stitch on. Completely naked. Oh we laughed. Later in the bar he told Ally, very loudly, that she looks better in bed. Great fun. Spent the morning with JT and Peter scrubbing and washing in the kitchen. Grease everywhere. A Sir Richard Attenborough look-alike, who stayed over, sat drinking tea and blowing cigarette smoke over me. A disgusting habit. Roy and Marie were also big smokers until 2 years ago. The poor bugger became so short of breath. It is such a treat when the bar closes at 2pm on Sunday. Off until 7. We ate steaks and baked potatoes and snatched a few hours sleep. I went down to the cellar to fiddle with the gas bottles, changed some light bulbs. Roy is very good introducing us gradually to things so not to confuse. He says that by the end of 8 weeks we will be well schooled in pub management.

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Saturday July 23, 1983

Roy: cowboy

 American Day at the Linthorpe with bunting, a band, and masses of people. After breakfast Ally and I decorated the barbecue area with appropriate coloured streamers and then took refuge behind the bar for the duration. Roy wearing a large cowboy hat throughout. Tonight was chaotic. We were mobbed. After closing at 11pm a party commenced for the staff and the usual CID retainers. It went on until 5am. I did not drink to excess, but by the end of the night I was stained from head to foot in beer and muck. We played a boat race in the bar which involved throwing a lot of ale around. I danced with Marie's mum Margaret, who asked why we are having a baby so soon. She went face down after 10 Diet Pils lagers and was taken off to bed. Kieran and JT were in drag. JT was Mary Pickford, the American sweetheart of the silent screen. Hilarious. Much revelry. Ally went up to bed at about 4 and I followed later. Roy was pissed on brandy and ginger ale and was smashing up the place. Raucous. To bed at 5 with a cheese and pickle sandwich. Marie's sister, Mags, very much like Christine Braithwaite.

American Day.

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Friday July 22, 1983

In the bar at the 'Linnie'.

 Hideously busy, but a great experience. Roy and Marie think about Ally and attempt to look after her. What I am attempting to say is that they show consideration. Ally spent the morning in the kitchen and I went on a garden tidying mission.48,000,000 crisp packets, &c. Roy is a bluff, old martinet, but very kind hearted beneath that exterior. Everything he says and does is aimed at helping us in our future career. Every morning as I leave our room the burglar alarm sounds off. It doesn't do this for anybody else. The cook, Jan (who looks more like an Emerald, says Ally) panics every time thinking that the place is burning down and she runs from the kitchen wailing like a banshee. Tomorrow is the Linthorpe 'American Day' extravaganza and the place is done up with US bunting and a stage has been erected in the garden for a band. Steve, the odd job man, is on drums evidently. The atmosphere here is great. Everyone such good friends.

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Thursday July 21, 1983

The Linthorpe.

 Roy is half dead all day and lays flat out sleeping at every available opportunity. He is such a character. Susan is 24 today and after a busy morning at the Linthorpe we phoned our birthday wishes to Guiseley. A pay phone, shovelling in the 10p pieces. Afterwards we sat outside with a drink on the wall and went up to bed to sleep. We were introduced to a barman, John Thatcher or 'JT' as he is known by all. A humorous, red-faced bespectacled guy with an hilariously depraved disposition.  He brings cheer to the place and lowers the tone considerably. To bed early. Done in. 

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Wednesday July 20, 1983

 Up at 7 and went down to find tea bags to replenish the supply in our room. The big, fat cook is very servile. I bottle up and Roy showed me the cellars - bloody pipes everywhere. We drank tea and debated as the whether Coronation Street's Peter Adamson is really a child molester. George Carman, QC will not 'get him off', says Roy. Spent the morning cleaning the beer pipes and pumping cleaning fluid around the Linthorpe. The bar was dead and we went up at 2, after having chilli con carne for lunch. Ally phoned Bessie. She's going to join Frank in Jersey tomorrow. Tonight, Ally and I 'opened up' - alone, with no assistance. Pissed up OAPs. Too busy to write more. We are coping extremely well. Police, CID people, stayed on after closing time and a pissed gathering ensued. Roy can dance whilst balancing a pint of ale on his head. An arm wrestling contest followed. Jon-Paul took on a hairy DC and cheated. Bed after 5am.

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Tuesday July 19, 1983

 An early start. Roy shows me how to re-stock the bottles that he been supped last night and after breakfast he gave me an old cash register to clean. It's for the garden and an 'American Afternoon' planned for Saturday which should be great fun.Roy says that on Royal Wedding day in '81 they took £1,600 in the afternoon. This is supposed to be extremely good. ____. My adding up seems to have improved overnight. Ally is very efficient and picks up things extremely easily. I am more dense. Roy thrusts a bunch of keys into my hands expecting me to open doors. We phoned Mum at 2. Pamela Nason gave birth to a daughter, Rebecca Louise, at 3am weighing 6lb-odd. Caesarian section. Sam Smith's didn't tell the Barneses that Ally is pregnant which is a relief. Roy isn't remotely perturbed. Other trainees have been pregnant, he says. Tonight a couple called Rob (Piper) and Kathy, who have a pub in Stockton-on-Tees, called to to see Roy. They trained at the Linthorpe in Feb/March. To bed at 12. Read 'A Coffin Full of Dreams' by Frisco Hitt.

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Monday July 18, 1983

Roy.

 The great day of change is upon us. Up at 5 to the buzz of the alarm. Boiled eggs. Surveyed the house for what could be the last time in many weeks. Out and on the bus at 6:30 weighed down with cases, to Leeds, and from there by train to Darlington and on to Middlesbrough, arriving at 9:27.We found a taxi with a wrinkled old driver with the local, incomprehensible accent. He sounded like the infamous Yorkshire Ripper hoaxer. To the Linthorpe. It is a residential hotel. Met Marie Barnes in the doorway who called for Roy, who arrived looking like an old sea dog, with a bluff face. I do suppose he will stand no nonsense. After unpacking we were thrown in at the deep end  and put in a bar with a girl called Janice. Nervous, but managed quite well. A quick lunch break and then we worked until 4:30. This evening we were in a bar with  seven or eight other staff. Unbelievably busy. Loud music, young people, punks with hair standing on end, &c. Worked until 11 and found the experience thoroughly exciting. I always knew I would like it. Roy ran some staff to their homes and Ally and I made a getaway to our room. Roy laughed saying it had been a quiet night.

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Sunday July 17, 1983

 7th Sunday after Trinity

5, Club Street

I cannot recall a day when I was quite as nervous. Not even June 27 1981 compares to this. I have managed to refrain from biting my nails. At 12 I went up to Duckworth Lane on the bus with mounds of old, unwanted clothes and deposited them on the doorstep of the Oxfam shop and then scurried away on foot back to Club Street. The sky darkened as I came up Cemetery Road and a flash of lightning and loud clap of thunder sent a score of gaily garbed Asian girls screaming for shelter. I reached home just before the storm. Ally and I cuddled on the settee listening to the furore without. Mary came to see us and we gave her a key and showed her the plants. She's going to be our waterer for 8 weeks. Of the storm she exclaimed: 'Penny is shaking like an aspic leaf'. Penny is of course the poodle. We were exhausted and excited. The phone was off because of the storm and so I went to the corner and phoned Mum and Dad. They were cheerful and full of good wishes. Apparently John has seen no divorce papers and says he doesn't need any. We went up to bed at 9. Our last day at home before the great change.

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Saturday July 16, 1983

On the garden wall.

 Overcast. After breakfast we phoned Susie and invited them over to Bradford this afternoon. Peter was working and so she said they might be with us at 3. Ally and I walked up to the Fiddler's Three or whatever it's called and we sat and had pie and peas. Ally was receiving some looks. I dislike the pub._____. Sue and Pete arrived at 3:30 and we went and sat on the garden wall with our glasses. Sue informed us that John and Maria are now divorced and that John celebrated the occasion last Thursday going out with Peter. Maria is to marry Alex McHarrie next month in a simple ceremony. John is going off on a holiday to the Lake District with Chris R and Pete M. We went at 6 to Mucky Willie's and sat outside until the place opened - and had a couple of drinks. Christopher insisted on teasing us by making a run for the traffic but Peter was close at hand to save him. Pamela is to have a Caesarian section on Monday. They left at 7:30. I bought a prawn curry. Phoned Glynnie who wished us well.

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Friday July 15, 1983

 Today is the first St Swithun's Day to dawn without the presence of Mrs Ethel Greenwood since 1888. It is worth pausing and thinking about this for a moment. Once again my pink Pig and I returned to town to ransack the shops. In the last two days we have disposed of £300 on next to nothing. Ally says £1m would be such an easy amount to get rid of. Ally found a pair of particularly attractive red shoes reminiscent of the sandals worn by a Roman legionaire. At lunch we found solace in a rough bar beneath the Berni Inn where we disposed of fish and chips cooked by an enormous woman with great arms and bulging thighs. And I wasn't the only one to comment on this. At home and to keep awake Ally phoned Bessie. She was told that Andrew is in a mess. He recently gave up his job without informing his parents of his intentions and is now painting the utility room to earn the money with which to go on holiday. He is a problem. Frank was at a dinner in Bournemouth. Ally had her hair trimmed. Mum phoned. ____. Too hot to sleep.

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Thursday July 14, 1983

Ally (1983).

 Ally and I were up and out at a reasonably hour and we took to the shops with a gusto not seen in these parts for a good many years. I had a haircut at 10. _____.Spent money quickly but on only the humblest array of goods. I bought trousers suitable for a pub landlord and Ally a pleasant flowing frock which will easily accommodate her growing bulk. At lunch we found ourselves in a dark cellar bar with flashing lights that annoyed Ally. I had chilli con carne and Ally a beef salad. Potted plastic plants everywhere and bar staff hand picked from______. Onward with our shopping until late afternoon when we returned home laden with bags. We laughed as I paraded around in my new clothes and changing them without any regard of passing vehicles and pedestrians. I am becoming nervous about my new employment. After all, it is a great change.

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