Friday September 16, 1983

 The Why Not, Hemlington

Up at 6:30 and packed the car. Our last Linthorpe breakfast. We went to the Why Not at 9 and on to court with Fogarty and Fran O'Brien at 9:30. I went into the box at the magistrates' court and took the protection order without any problems. Mr O'B was keen to hear all about my interview with Inspector Dale. I think he expected to do battle if need be. I have yet to see the horrible side of Fran O'Brien, and no doubt it will come all too soon. We went back to the Why Not where Ally was with the insipid Anne Fogarty. The fire alarms and burglar alarms sounded off and the whole place was in uproar because nobody could stop the racket. Fogarty, in an act of desperation, smashed a pool cue into the box and brought silence to the place. Eventually the Fogartys went and we were left alone. Ally will make a good manageress. Such a good head on her shoulders and she will not tolerate inefficiency. Some of the barmaids leave a lot to be desired and seem to be as dim as Toc-H lamps. Tip sheets and electric tills puzzle them. So, who would have thought it, eh? To think that on this sixteenth day of September in the Year of Our Lord 1983 that Alison and I would be running a licensed establishment. Indeed a divine offering from above. Praise be to the Lord.

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Thursday September 15, 1983

 Linthorpe Hotel, Middlesbrough

Hungover. I spent £17 on whisky last night. I was in bed for the duration but Ally was good and took herself off to the shops, and was happy, busy and bright. Eventually I came back to life and we went to Asda at Billingham and spent £39 on tinned tomatoes, &c. I am nervous about the ordeal ahead. I do not want our first foray into relief management to be a bloody disaster with murder and glass fights, &c. Our last night at the Linthorpe. We owe Roy so much. A brisk goodbye. Carol and Rose kissed us, but Mags refused, saying she will not say goodbye to people she'll see again. To bed at 11:30 with no gala or sing-song. Ally didn't want fireworks.

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Wednesday September 14, 1983

Linthorpe Hotel, Middlesbrough

Rudd's Arms.

Our much needed day off. We stayed in bed only until 9. Mags was startled to see me padding round in the kitchen. The insurance cover note arrived and we walked up to Forshaw's at 12:30 to collect Mandy metro. She was gleaming on the forecourt. We couldn't collect her immediately and we went to the Master Cooper and had lunch with the reprobate Timothy. He wants out of the business. A fat man from Accrington came to inspect the place and went off to the Why Not afterwards. Ally didn't like this. She wants a long stint at the tiny Hemlington madhouse. We went to buy something pink and woolly for young Sanderson and then went to collect our automobile at 3:30. Back at the Linthorpe we went up to lay on the bed, like you do, and discussed our plans for the night. We went out at 6:30. The car lights failed to work and we drove, Ally in a rage, to Dutton Forshaw's, and a man connected several wires. He was very close to death. We went then to Rudd's Arms at Marton, a Beefeater, and sat giggling at a table. T-bone steaks again. No, Ally had a rump. Not as good as the Beefeater at Chandler's Ford, but a good nosh for £14. Pouring rain. Back to the crowded Linnie at 9:30, and we sat in the snug with Paul Grainger and Jake and his girlfriend Emma. Ally was tired and decided not to to go out to the Speakeasy to celebrate Rose's 24th birthday. I was given permission to attend and we did much kissing for the night of separation. I went down to bar and had a strawberry mivvi cocktail (£3.49) then switched to large whiskies with dry ginger. In a taxi with Roy and Maca to the Speakeasy, a smoke filled brothel if ever I saw one. With Rose, Ian (her Hells Angel lover), Mags, Marie, Eric, Roy, Jon-Paul, Ron Perry, JT, Carol, &c. We went on to the 53 Club, a gay spot where young men sat groping, and heavily tattooed women, toothless at that, sat swigging other peoples brandy. We danced and clowned around. It was one of those nights when everyone went quite daft. We ended by singing the 23rd psalm, all in full voice, much to the consternation of the manager, who was the salesman who had sold us our chairs. Back at the Linnie. Marie to bed. I went to bed at 4:30 or 5. Not hideously stoned, but pleasantly.

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Tuesday September 13, 1983

 Linthorpe Hotel, Middlesbrough

Roy took us to a smelly sale room where we bought two very tatty armchairs (Parker Knoll) and a ghastly table to use as an office desk. The rounded, gipsy-like salesman, a galloping homosexual, ia a former proprietor of the Wellington. There was a heap of dog excretia on the saleroom floor. I speculated it might be a piece of contemporary art. Anyway, it must help to keep flies out of the kitchen. The car insurance didn't arrive and so the little mini metro cannot be ours until tomorrow. Frank has got us a 30 day cover note. We went to see Inspector Dale at Hemlington, who did his best to terrify us about the Why Not, and thinks I am inexperienced and completely unsuitable. However, the police will not oppose my application for a license. Baby names: Roy and Marie think like we do. William was not fashionable in 1966, but is back up there now thanks to HRH. They like Oliver and Samuel too. The pregnant barmaid Janice or Janet is going to call her child Anthony or Carol. Ugh. Back from the sale room we went to bed. Mum phoned at 4:30 to say that Karen gave birth to a daughter at 3pm. The baby is to be Hayley Lauren as in Mills and Bacall. Hilda, when speaking to Mum, was in a highly emotional state. Tony is away in London busily steel erecting. Steve so wanted a daughter. The Sandersons are all male and the Gadsbys all female.

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Monday September 12, 1983

 Linthorpe Hotel, Middlesbrough

To the vault. Ally did all the tills at 10:30pm and then spent a couple of hours in the office after closing because tomorrow Roy is going to show her the cellars. Should be fun. A throng of policemen filled the bar after time. One was celebrating the birth of his second son (Iain) a brother for Craig. Some people have absolutely no imagination when it comes to names. A big, bearded bloke with a face like Capt Webb on the match boxes reassured me about the Why Not. A local there by the name of Peter Clayton is in custody after attempting to murder a friend, and so we won't be bothered by him. Mr Nicolson, a pleasant Scot who is an insurance investigator, was also propping up the bar. He drinks Glenfiddich. He thinks I'm Roy's son. Roy was pissed on massive gins and bitter lemon. The bottle of Chivas Regal came out and I went to join Ally after two large glasses. She was tired after her late night count.

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Sunday September 11, 1983

 15th Sunday after Trinity

Linthorpe Hotel, Middlesbrough

Sat with Marie and did no session in the bar. Looked at books and pages of figures. At 12 Roy took us to the Why Not? where we spent two hours with the hideous Fogartys. Complete snobs. He is moving to a country club at Farnham, Surrey, and beside himself with excitement that he is to employ a retired wing commander to do his 'bottling up'. Fogarty is a small bearded man, with very bad breath, who seemed to be frightened to death. A small monkey. Ally detested him from th start.  They have an Irish Wolf Hound called Seamus.

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Saturday September 10, 1983

 Linthorpe Hotel, Middlesbrough

I am far too busy to keep a diary. I have been saying this for years but it is the case today more than ever before. I needn't tell you it isn't actually the 10th today as I write. In fact it's many wine sodden days later and the diarist, dear reader, is older, wiser, and poorer. However, September 10 cannot be ignored. It would be such a shame to allow it to pass by without a mention. A horrible wet day. Roy dropped us at Dutton Forshaw's and we went for a spin with the greasy Mr Docherty. Ally took the wheel and was masterful to the extent that the saleman was struck dumb. The starter proved to be knackered, but we never take possession of cars smoothly. Mr Foreskin insists all will be well when we take delivery of the vehicle on Tuesday or Wednesday next week. He assures us we will be driving Mandy (for it is she) until 1993 and beyond. Salesmen are such ghastly little men, eh? What am I? If you can sell beer, you can sell anything, says Roy. I would never have thought I had it in me. Ah, well.

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Friday September 9, 1983

 Linthorpe Hotel, Middlesbrough

Autumn is upon us once again. I detected a yellow tree in the Linthorpe garden. Roy is so good to us. He is relieved  that we are not going to ferry furniture across the country and suggests buying a bed for us to use on a temp. basis and then to install it at the hotel. Why not, eh? Ally is determined to make Colin Black pay for everything and she will not allow me to lay down £100 for a bed we don't want. Roy admires her strong line. He took us to a garage and we inspected a 1981 (Aug) mini metro advertised at £2,995, which Derek Docherty, the creepy salesman, knocked down to £2,800 because of Roy connections in the car business. No car keys could be found so we couldn't take it out, but we put down a deposit. The salesman seemed to be terrified of Roy, who was a car salesman for years in the '60s. Ally's father phoned later and asked us to contact SL Motors and offer £3,000 for a Ford Fiesta. No good. Frank was in one of his brisk, sharp moods. The Dixon temper is something else. So, it looks as though we have an automobile once again. To be car-less is to be ostracised. The usual Linthorpe night. The Why Not? is close at hand and we look forward to the responsibility.

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Thursday September 8, 1983

 5, Club Street, Lidget Green, &c

We were up at 7:30 and crept around because Mum and Dad were encamped in our bedroom. At 9 Ally went to see Dr Sullivan and came away bright and cheerful. He told her she can have a temp. doctor in Middlesbrough. He saw nothing wrong with this. Ally thought he might not approve. The doctor made an attempt without success to hear our child's heart beat. He explained he wasn't too good at 'that sort of thing'. However, he did feel baby kicking which was vigorous. Back home we had bacon sandwiches and packed things into the Renault for Papa kindly offered to drive us back to the Linthorpe with some of our gear. Mum put her hand on Ally's tummy and could feel the baby move. Her grandchild leaping around for the first time. Ally is 23 weeks (pregnant) today. Left at 12:30 after telling Mary of our move to the Why Not? We stopped off for lunch at the Blue Bell at Arkendale near Ripon. A cold and empty free-house. We talked about  _________and the odd little ways she has. ________. We joked about the possible nickname for our new (mini) metro and decide upon Mandy. Howl with laughter. It seems that our cars are always unintentionally named after a Baker. From Arkendale we drove to M'Bro and showed them the Why Not? - only from the outside. They were impressed. After depositing us at the Linthorpe we said goodbye and waved them off in pouring rain.It was so nice to have seen them again. We four get along so well together. A training session at 8 with Roy. To the bar. Quiet. Bed.

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Wednesday September 7, 1983

New Moon

5 Club Street, Lidget Green, Bradford

Home on the first train again getting to Bradford for 9am. We saw Sir Peter Parker, chairman of British Rail, running across York station in his bowler hat. Ally phoned her Dad to enquire about a bank loan for a new car. We want £2,500 or £3,000. He sees no reason why we cannot have one. He is going to deal with the manager of 69, Market Street, and so it is the open road and here we come again. Phoned Mum. They are coming to see Sue and suggest a meeting._______. Ally has doubts about moving our furniture to Middlesbrough. Frank is furious about it. I phoned Colin Black telling him we will have to pay £200 to move our humble belongings and he says 'hire a van'. We do not like this idea. We will go back to Middlesbrough and buy new stuff up there, or second hand, and sell it when we move on, leaving Club St untouched. We went to look at cars. Unimpressed by the Ford Fiesta which we thought tinny. We took a fancy to the Mini Metro at Albert Farnell's. We saw a red one, two years old, 9,000 miles on the clock, £3,000. Came away without one and decide to buy one in Middlesbrough. Found Mum, Dad, Sue, Christopher, Lynn, Frances and Katie at Club St. They'd been and got the key from Mary. The children were all horribly over-tired and fretful. Lynn was in a foul mood and had been forced to come. _______. David arrived and they all went taking the kids at 6:30. Katie is to be christened in Oct/Nov and we were commanded to be present. Lynn fails to realise that we are now committed. Restful evening with Mum and Dad. John and Janette arrived at 7:30. He is thinking of going into business with a colleague (Steve Ettenfield) . Janette has been sacked from her job as a waitress at the White Cross, chatting with someone in the loo, she referred to the landlady as a 'silly old cow' unaware that she was sitting quietly in the lavatory. Bed after 12.

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Tuesday September 6, 1983

 Linthorpe Hotel, Middlesbrough

The Why Not?

Colin Black saw us this morning and informed me that I am to take out a protection order and become the temporary licensee of 'The Why Not?' at Hemlington, just two miles away. A Mr Fogarty, the incumbent licensee is flitting to Surrey on September 16 and we are to take up residence there on that day. Shock. Horror. Gasp. Thrill. Roy took us to see the place at 2. A pleasant place with good decor, but according to little Mr Fogarty it has a very rough, hooligan clientel. Mrs F is a shrinking violet who wouldn't say boo to a goose. Roy doesn't like them and he kept giving me old fashioned looks, if you get my drift. Back at the Linthorpe we took a lot of leg pulling. "If you have a full set of teeth in the Why Not you're a puff"..... Nevertheless we are going and are determined to make a go of it. Colin Black wants us to bring furniture from Club Street and we decide to go home tomorrow to arrange things. We could be at the Why Not for two months until a permanent manager can be found and installed. We decide we now want a car. It all falls into place quite easily when you put your mind to it. Ally and I opened up at 5:30. Busy. Middlesbrough played v. Newcastle Utd at Ayresome Park. We were rushed off our feet by 6:30. The staff found the idea of the Why Not a huge joke, but Ally decides it's jealousy.

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