Tuesday August 6, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Reasonable morning, but blowy. John Newband came from the brewery to apologise for the lack of exterior decorators. The place looks a shambles. We went at 1:30 to Tadcaster and the 'Pig Roast' - a so-called 'Family Day' which proved to be a complete wash-out. A multitude of managers at Tadcaster Bowling Club. Jumping, bouncy castles, ice creams galore, bowling, beer, &c. Just as the barbecue began a cloud burst let rip over Tad and everybody scampered for the pavilion, a hot, sweaty place no bigger than a telephone kiosk. The outside tables were a sorry sight. Bowls of water-logged salad and coleslaw and two wet pigs on a spit. We were like drowned rats. Samuel insisted on bolting for the door at every opportunity, and our lunch was a hurried, snatched affair. We spoke to only a few. Most people gave us the cold shoulder. Roy & Marie were as normal as ever. The ghastly Ferris trio. The Pipers were cool. We escaped at 4. Sunshine in Leeds. Audrey worked 5:30-7:30. Janet came in. She goes to Belfast for a holiday on Thursday. Her work is somewhat slack. ________.

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Monday August 5, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

After a gap of eleven weeks we have a Nora in the family again. Dad says he is frightened of becoming an old drunkard. It would be an easy thing to do, I do suppose. Marjorie worked 12-3:30 and at 3 Dad took Sam and I to the Clarendon Wing to look at Charlotte Nora for the first time. She is very pink with a broad face and Janette's features, but also strongly resembling baby's half-sister, Hannah. We left poor Ally at home. At the hospital Samuel was restless and he shuffled about. Grandad gave him black looks. He expects perfection. However, Sam was good with the baby and he kissed her on the top of her dark head. I had a nurse and Janette related the intricate details of her confinement. I began to nod off in the chair. How embarrassing. Hospitals are such lethargic places. Like greenhouses. It's no wonder that most of the inmates look half dead. Mother and baby go to Otley Hospital tomorrow. I fail to see why Janette was prevented from giving birth at Otley. It's a perfectly agreeable place to come into the world. Lots of pubs, and a nice river, &c. Dad went to Guiseley from Leeds, and Ally came to collect Sam and I at 4. Dog tired. We do provide good hospitality at family parties.

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Sunday August 4, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

9th Sunday after Trinity

Janette & Charlotte Nora.

Samuel came in to see us at 6:30 and at 7 the phone trilled. It was John. Janette was in labour and he was driving her to Leeds. Excitement. We had one of those tense, expectant mornings. I phoned Dad (at Hilda's) and Lynn and Sue. John kept me posted and phoned at every opportunity. J was 8cm dilated on arrival. Dad came here at 1 and we had a drink. Ally went up at 2 when Sam re-surfaced from his nap. Dad was very emotional. John phoned at 1:30 to say the baby was on it's way and that Janette was having a [illegible] because her pains are so bad. We went upstairs with a Mandarine Napoléon to wait. John phoned at 3. Janette had a baby girl. Charlotte Nora, at 2:24pm weighing 9lb 10 and a half ounces. Ally took the call. Dad and I dissolved in tears. A little Nora was just too much to take. Lynn and Co, and Sue and Co came. Ally concocted a party as Mum would have done. Mandarine Napoléons galore. It is the Queen Mother's birthday. They all went to the hospital at 7 (except Lynn) to see the baby. Torrents of rain. I bathed Samuel and put him to bed and watched a documentary on the Queen Mother. Not good. Gary worked from 7pm and when they all returned we went down to the bar. John was present at the delivery after saying so long that he would boycott the whole business. John returned to Menston. He is starting a job with Quarmby's tomorrow. Dad stayed here.

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Saturday August 3, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

John & Janette: Aug 3 1985.

Janette 21. Glynnie 31. Out early. To Rawdon where I spent £51 on clothes. Just pants, shirts and shoes. On to Yeadon to buy Janette a vase and flowers and then on to Menston. Janette was pale, fed up, and alone. John was working. Had a coffee and returned to Leeds. 

We nipped out to Pudsey at 4. To Hilda's. She had Hayley. Saw Jill. On to Mabel's. Saw Marlene, F, M, and D, back from Norfolk. Cousin Jackie and Barry have moved to Cleckheaton.

Tonight, just as Ally was saying that Janette should be 'starting' with the baby who should walk in but the expectant pair themselves. Janette was uncomfortable and on edge. We gave her a Crème de Menthe and a Blue Curacao. Upstairs they stayed until after 1am watching 'That's Hollywood' and eating mint chocolates that were given to Ally by an alcoholic George Raft-like character in the tap room. Janette was shuffling around in the chair. They went off home after we implored them to stay the night. To bed with Henry VIII

Friday August 2, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Sun. To Rawdon and the dentist (S. McGurk!) who went on again about my chipped front tooth. He says it will cost £120 to have it crowned, but it would mean me wearing a brace for a few months. Ally was furious. She likes my cracked tooth. After all, she married me that way. Besides, no way can I afford £120 to further beautify my already Adonis features. That is the end of it. Called in at a shop called Paris in Rawdon where Ally bought some turquoise pants and baggy t-shirt. Very trendy. I am going back there tomorrow to buy a shirt and trousers for Sam Smith's 'Family Day' next Tues. Numb face. Had a Glenmorangie to help kill the pain. Gary called in for his wages. Ally wore her 'Paris' creation which attracted some admiring comments. Busy. Margaret Milne worked. She was grumpy about my stopping the cash tips.

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Thursday August 1, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

So-called Yorkshire Day. Harold Wilkinson brought Ally a white rose with which to festoon herself. They all joked about Ally being a Lanc.Of course this isn't so. Where the Hell is Wallasey, the place of her birth? Ally stayed upstairs tonight in a collapsed heap. I have knocked off the tradition of staff taking cash home. It is quite immoral. Customers who buy the girls drinks surely do not expect them to take cash home instead? It is an abuse of the system. Some staff take a fiver home at the end of the evening. If I am to have a written warning from Donna Lea I'll be damned if the staff don't suffer too.

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Wednesday July 31, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn/ Full Moon

Waltergarth.

The last day of this foul, wet July. Surely the nastiest summer in this millennium? Sunny start, but wet later. We went at 9 o'clock to Horton. I drove. I collected my photos from DH first. I stuck a snotty note to his vehicle. Poor Waltergarth. It is hard to describe the complete and utter feeling of loss. I can say nothing to Dad. Sue made a large stew to ward off the cold and we washed it down with cans of strong pale ale. The Nason boys are such a handful. I took my usual afternoon nap and then we walked to find the Troll under the rickety rackety bridge. Jim and Margaret N came. Jim spent the afternoon fixing Dad's lawn mower. I set to and set about the jungle with an appliance belonging to a neighbour. Hard work. I haven't cut grass since Pine Tops. This evening we went to the boring Crown and I drank everything except the awful bitter. Three tattooed skinheads sat farting. Dad baby sat for an hour and then Jim and M took over and allowed him to join us. Sue sat nursing the flea-infested pub moggy. We left at 11. Sammy wide eyed in the back wrapped in a car rug.

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Tuesday July 30, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Ally took Samuel to Lynn's but they were not in. I stuck some of Dad's photos into an album but couldn't do much. The nostalgia choked me. 

It was our evening off, supposedly. I went to the Junction pub at 8 to buy some £1 coins, and to have a pint. Back home I had a few Diet Pils and hung around waiting for David H to return my photos. That little squirt Norman in the tap room tried my patience just a little too much and I dowsed him in a pint of his own lager. An eerie silence fell over the room. People dripping in tense suspension. Naughty of me, I know. I just flipped. Ally infuriated at my behaviour. 'Conduct unbecoming a public house manager' &c. Dave H didn't appear and so I went upstairs. Henry VIII in bed.

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Monday July 29, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Me: July 28.

We collected our fancy dress snaps from the photo processing place. They proved a lively talking point tonight. David Howard asked to borrow them and took them away at 11. Why? he isn't on any of the photos. I smell a rat. He'll be blowing them up and posting them to the Sunday People.

Four years ago today the P. of Wales married Lady Di amidst a burst of national hysteria & pride at St Paul's. What a transformation she (the princess) has undergone. Poor Mum gave a lovely party at Pine Tops. Looking back on those days now is painful. ___________.

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Sunday July 28, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

8th Sunday after Trinity

Gary and I came upstairs for breakfast of bacon and eggs and a Rolling Stones session at 6am only to find Samuel awake and Ally wilting. I gave Sam his breakfast and soon Gary was passed out on the settee. I played with Sam for a few hours and then fell asleep in a chair leaving him rummaging through our vast record collection. Lynn and Dave emerged from their bedroom at 8:30 only to say goodbye and seemed scandalised at my inactivity, and Sam's apparent freedom to roam. Gary staggered out at 12 as Margaret and Marjorie came in. Ally stayed in bed for the remainder of the day with the exception for an hour or so when she emerged for fish and chips. Gary and I worked tonight. We were both washed out and awful. The pub buzzed with chatter about last night. So worthwhile. Audrey, Edna & Co collected £27.80 in the club and the Junction, &c. To bed with Henry VIII by Jasper Ridley. Exhausted.

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Saturday July 27, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

with the Nun & Raquel Welch.

Our fancy dress party. It was atrociously successful. Everyone came and it proved to be an enormous drunken bash. Lynn, Dave, Sue, Pete, John & Janette, Jacqui Sate (and her fiancé, Ian), Karen, Steve, Jill, Tim, &c. &c. It kicked off at 8pm and by 9 all were pissed. Whisky was 31p a tot. Phyllis, a French tart, soon had me on the floor. Maureen came dressed as a naughty nun, her arse hanging out at the back. Jacq and Ian dressed as Edwardian boating types. Geoff, a tramp. Audrey came as a female vagrant, and Edna claimed to be Raquel Welch in the film One Million Years BC. Pam, a schoolgirl hockey player. Tina, a buccaneer with an attached parrot. Lynn a 20s flapper. Sue a bridesmaid. One could go on. The place was buzzing with fun until 12 and then a few invited drunks joined us in the tap room. We danced on the tables. Ally looking delectable in a silver 1950s gown. I was wearing a Ronald Reagan 1940s dinner suit. You must look at the photos to feel the intoxicating atmosphere. Gary stayed the night here. Recall very little of the late session. I do enjoy the company of Jacq.

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