Wednesday July 16, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Club Street.

Our baby is due. To went to Morrison's at Hunslet, in the car, alone. My first solo flight. I drive much better without somebody breathing all over me. Life will be much easier now I can run around to the bank and shops. It has just come right for the baby too. Hospital visits and trailing between Leeds and Bradford, &c. I am extraordinarily happy. After 3 we went off for the evening to Club Street to make the final preparations. Ally was in the cellar moving old wine bottles and I was in the garden uprooting weeds and putting down 'Pathclear'. It's obvious that Samuel is expecting some upheaval, but he doesn't know what. Small children are so sensitive. Back at the Moorhouse our outside plant pots have gone, stolen. Never mind, they have had a longer innings than I expected.

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Tuesday July 15, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

A hysterical and historic day. Awakened early with bleary eyes and heavy jowls. Ally furious at my lack of self control. "Of all the nights to go out and get pissed", &c. We went out for a drive with me at the wheel. I was sweating like a boiled pig. Looking at myself in the car mirror it was a horrific sight. Pink eyes, spikey hair. My driving test was at 10:45 with a Mr Garlick. I did very well because I drove uncharacteristically sluggish and slow. My only mistake was to ignore some defunct traffic lights, and then brake excessively. I thought I had failed. But when traffic lights are out of order and cars are all sat waiting to move surely someone has to take the initiative? Mr Garlick was irate and tetchy. My Highway Code questions were as disaster. He then asked: "What lights do you put on in fog?" Moronically I said: "Dunno." He smiled: "Let's break it down a bit. Inside lights or outside lights?" Lovely. Yes, I PASSED! Thirteen years and five tests later. Ally and Sam had been for a Coca Cola at the Brown Hare. We rejoiced. I peeled off my L plates. My hangover disappeared. All's right with the world. I was so shocked I allowed Ally to drive home. Phoned Bessie, and then Dad at Horton, who was overjoyed. Phoned Sue, and then Lynn phoned me. It's about time I had some good news, don't you think? 

Harold Wilkinson is 75 today. St Swithin's Day. On this day I always think of our old neighbour, Ethel 'Brit' Greenwood.

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Monday July 14, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Bank Holiday in N. Ireland (prov.)

New baby week, perhaps? LG phoned this morning and asked me to beware of thieves and vagabonds because the landlord of the Duncan opened his door after midnight last night to be confronted by an armed robber. Most disconcerting. A similar thing happened at the Mucky Duck. 

It was the Gaston Ladies' Darts tournament at the Raynville, Bramley, tonight. We went out at 8 taking Edna and Madge's daughter, Julie Millar. It was the usual drunken orgy with no one seriously watching the darts. I became very intoxicated. Saw many old pals, i.e. Enid and Jean from the Red Lion at Girlington. Fran O'Brien was cool. I collected royal wedding bunting from LG. They were all amazed that Ally, in her condition, had made it. Colin Black quizzed us on possible names. We have told nobody, but you can have a preview: 

Boy: Joshua Michael Albert

Girl: Clementine Nora Levinyer

Our star player, Madge, had lost her game before we even arrived. Home at midnight with fish and chips for Jacq and Ian (who had been babysitting). Watched the Cawood wedding video. I watched it with double vision. More booze. And yes, it's my driving test tomorrow.

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Sunday July 13, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

7th Sunday after Trinity

Wellington Inn.

Sunshine. We went, after breakfast, to Knaresborough, via Otley, Pannal, Follifoot, &c. It was sad for Papa because this was a route he took when he took Mum out on one of her very last car journeys when she was so ill and living with us at the Moorhouse. Sam went with grandad to look at the river whilst Ally and I went to the Wellington to see Mr Thompson. It's a tiny place, almost pokey, after the Moorhouse. We were stunned to hear that the takings average £1,700 a week which Mr T says is very good, and that no pub in Knaresborough takes over £2,000 in a week. The Thompsons look like a reasonable couple. Some time ago we met his son Richard (a trainee) at an industrial relations seminar at the brewery. The Wellington has a good downstairs kitchen and an enclosed garden at the rear - ideal for a small child. Dad thinks we should take it, because with a growing family, a smaller pub would be better for us. I already feel overworked. It might also mean a drop in salary. We went over the place from top to bottom and then had a drink in the garden with Dad and Sam. Then to Follifoot and back to the Moorhouse for 5pm. Roast chicken. Busy night. Only Karen and I. Dad did a great job washing up.

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Saturday July 12, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Battle of the Boyne. 

William of Orange landing at Brixham.

In 1988 they are going to be celebrating the 300th anniversary of 'The Glorious Revolution', to commemorate the exile of King James II and implantation of William of Orange upon the throne. The Bill of Rights, &c. I do not want to be involved. The deposing of any monarch, no matter what supposed wrongs he has committed, leaves a very bitter taste on my palate. The RCs won't be overjoyed either. It's foolhardy if you ask me.

I phoned Mr Thompson at the Wellington and said we would go see him between 10-12 tomorrow. It's the day he cleans his beer lines. Later, phoned Dad who says he will join us and he arrived tonight at 9 o'clock. We sat downstairs, nattering. Ally looked enormous and was breathless. It must be a strain. Dad looked older and was wearing some shocking clothes in which Mum wouldn't have allowed him to leave the house. 

Who was the last son of a reigning monarch to go down the aisle to his marriage without a peerage? This is an interesting one.

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Friday July 11, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Phoned Leslie Gledhill. He called in yesterday with royal wedding bunting and a royal quiz. He is very amenable these days. I mentioned Knaresborough and he responded: "it's a funny place is Knaresborough". What he meant by that I do not know. 

Scandal. Police are now appealing for the homosexual yet able singer Boy George to give himself up after one of his brothers and 'friend' -'Marilyn' - were detained on drug charges yesterday. All very 1960s-ish I suppose.

Deceased: Maisie, Lady Makins, wife of the 4th Bt, mother of the Most Rev Michael Bowen, RC Archbishop of Southwark.

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Thursday July 10, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds, LS11 5NQ

The Wellington Inn.

Morning off. We went snooping to Knaresborough to look at a pub called the Wellington Inn, on Briggate. Having not made an appointment we did not introduce ourselves to the tenant, Mr Thompson. Instead we wandered around the streets and sat on a park bench near the ruined castle, admiring the view. We would like to live in this direction and decide to petition LG for a move. We have spent two and a half years at the Moorhouse. A new baby. A new pub. Back to Guiseley where we took luncheon in Harry Ramsden's where Samuel refused to eat. Chandeliers and grease. Very popular though.  To Susie's after. Dad was making an impromtu call. In the garden. Ally left me and went to the clinic. She phoned the Wellington. Home at 7. LG had been. No message. Hilda phoned to ask about Ally's progress. 

Wednesday July 9, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds, LS11 5NQ

An afternoon and evening at Club Street. I did the motoring. My driving test falls next Tuesday. I have ignored tuition since February. I have no properly instructed lessons since I ditched Karen Hudson after my failure in August '85. I do drive with confidence. Over confident, probably. My wife is a poor passenger and becomes heated. 

Before leaving today someone phoned from YTVs 'Calendar' re the Fergie New Grange Hall story. They are considering re-hashing it for their royal wedding coverage next week and I may be called upon once again to endure Mr Whiteley. I explained my holiday situation. Now even this has changed. We understood that a relief manager would come whenever we requested in July, but Ken Gilbertson at the brewery says we have to go on or before July 22, which puts pressure on Ally to have our baby before this date. Baby will come on time, hopefully.

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Tuesday July 8, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Monday July 7, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

New Moon

Lord Stockton is very much better. 

Prince Andrew and Sarah Ferguson attended the nuptials on Saturday of Harry Cotterell and Carolyn Beckwith-Smith, a former flatmate of Miss F and a bossom pal. Taking down my ancient, worn, copy of Burke's I detect numerous family connections between Mr Cotterell and the future Princess Andrew.  Harry's great-grandfather married Lady Evelyn Gordon-Lennox (d. 1922), daughter of the 7th Duke of Richmond. Sarah descends from this ducal house and eventually from Charles II. The Beckwith-Smiths evade me because they are landed gentry and not peerage and I haven't yet acquired any LG volumes. Carolyn is a cousin of the Princess of Wales's lady-in-waiting  Anne B-S, and of the Duchess of Kent's lady-in-waiting Jane Napier (nee Pugh). 

Sunday July 6, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

6th Sunday after Trinity

Auntie Annie is 81 today. (My great-aunt). She phoned this morning to thank me for the birthday card and sounded as robust as ever. Uncle John she says is nervous and cannot go out because he is too frightened to cross the road. I know how he feels. We went out at 12 for an afternoon of peaceful solitude at Club Street, our haven from the insane boozing world where our olives revolve around opening and closing times. Bev phoned tonight to say that she and a friend gave a hitch hiker a lift from the pub into town this afternoon and he proved to be a pervert. He stole a bag of the girls underwear, frilly knickers, &c, whilst leaving other valuables, and is no doubt now wandering around south Leeds clad in Bev's under garments as I write this. Horrific.

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