_. Bid my fond farewells to Ally. She disappeared in a cloud of blue exhaust fumes. We are meeting on Sunday.
Exhausted and enfeebled. I spent some time researching the family tree of the Queen Mother. I compiled her ancestry back to Joan of Scotland's marriage to Sir John Lyon in the fourteenth century. I also traced the descent of George VI from Robert II of Scots, which shows that George & his Queen were 17th cousins [but they are more closely related through the descent of Cecilia Countess of Strathmore from Henry VII].
Phoned Dave L tonight. We plan to go out tomorrow for a drink. He wanted to see 'The Life of Brian' but I talked him out of it.
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20200417
Thursday February 14, 1980
_. Valentine's Day
Left for the YP before the postman had been and so I didn't witness the arrival of the thousands of Valentine's day cards.
Delia phoned, and I was made to own up to sending her a card. She was chuffed to arseholes, if you pardon the expression. She could not recall when she last received such a tribute.
This evening I went by train to Bradford where I met Ally on the steam filled platform to the crescendo of violins. We were Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson in 'Brief Encounter'.
To Rue Club for dinner: something from the crockpot. At 9 we tore over to Les Haute Pins to join Mum, Dad, Hilda, Tony, Lynn, Dave, &c. It is rumoured that Tony has had a falling out with the Liberal party and that he won't be standing for the council again.
I have three Valentine messages. One posted in Leeds, obviously heavily disguised, is from Jacq, and two from Ally, just to deceive, one being home made.
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Left for the YP before the postman had been and so I didn't witness the arrival of the thousands of Valentine's day cards.
Delia phoned, and I was made to own up to sending her a card. She was chuffed to arseholes, if you pardon the expression. She could not recall when she last received such a tribute.
This evening I went by train to Bradford where I met Ally on the steam filled platform to the crescendo of violins. We were Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson in 'Brief Encounter'.
To Rue Club for dinner: something from the crockpot. At 9 we tore over to Les Haute Pins to join Mum, Dad, Hilda, Tony, Lynn, Dave, &c. It is rumoured that Tony has had a falling out with the Liberal party and that he won't be standing for the council again.
I have three Valentine messages. One posted in Leeds, obviously heavily disguised, is from Jacq, and two from Ally, just to deceive, one being home made.
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20200416
Wednesday February 13, 1980
_. Ally phoned me at the YP to see if I fancy spending the weekend of March 22-23 at a cottage in Grassington, and all for a mere £12. How can we possibly let it go by?
We were visited in the office by the Hon Chris Monckton.
Met Dad and Michael Sansom at 12:30 and we went to Len's Bar for beer and sandwiches. They had been to Wakefield on a course playing in a mock demonstration, leading to a riot at the police HQ. Prancing police horses, riot shields, police women hurtling imitation bricks and flour bags, &c. All quite ludicrous, but more fun than the lectures they have attended throughout the week. Mike talked of his time in Hong Kong, and it's delights. Did you know that the capital of Hong Kong is Aberdeen? Left them at 1:30 and went to buy a couple of Valentine's cards. One for dear Ally and one for Delia. I sat in Park Square cleverly disguising my handwriting.
Susan cut my hair tonight. Sat looking at Mum clutching her red, hideously swollen finger. Dad made useless suggestions as to how to deal with the painful protrusion. He appeared with a roll of tin foil and a plastic bag. Needless to say, Mama did not entertain him.
We were visited in the office by the Hon Chris Monckton.
Met Dad and Michael Sansom at 12:30 and we went to Len's Bar for beer and sandwiches. They had been to Wakefield on a course playing in a mock demonstration, leading to a riot at the police HQ. Prancing police horses, riot shields, police women hurtling imitation bricks and flour bags, &c. All quite ludicrous, but more fun than the lectures they have attended throughout the week. Mike talked of his time in Hong Kong, and it's delights. Did you know that the capital of Hong Kong is Aberdeen? Left them at 1:30 and went to buy a couple of Valentine's cards. One for dear Ally and one for Delia. I sat in Park Square cleverly disguising my handwriting.
Susan cut my hair tonight. Sat looking at Mum clutching her red, hideously swollen finger. Dad made useless suggestions as to how to deal with the painful protrusion. He appeared with a roll of tin foil and a plastic bag. Needless to say, Mama did not entertain him.
Tuesday February 12, 1980
_. To the office with Jim R. Dad joined us because he is attending a course in the metropolis. Jennie gave us a blast of Henry Purcell on her recorder. Playing an instrument in a cramped moving vehicle cannot be easy. Dad could not look at me and we struggled to stifle our giggles. Supposing Jim had braked suddenly?
Following the recent announcement that a certain Dutch Queen is to throw in her crown a poll has been conducted here to test public opinion as to whether our own dear Queen should follow suit and throw in the towel in favour of the Prince of Wales. Of those asked nearly two thirds thought the Queen should 'retire' at the age of 60 [in seven years time]. Let me make it quite clear. The British monarchy is no 'bicycling monarchy' like those over in Holland and Belgium. No other monarch on earth goes through the ritual of a sacred coronation. This sets Britain apart. The Queen dedicated her life to her people and her country in the Coronation oath. She succeeded to the throne 28 years ago at a ridiculously early age, directly because of the abdication of her uncle, Edward VIII. The very word 'abdication' must surely be abhorrent to her. In the years to come, when she is old and fragile, she can hand some of her duties to the Prince of Wales. The British monarch is by tradition a mother or father figure. Her prestige and influence will grow with the passing years, as will her wisdom. For goodness sake let's not hear any more talk of abdication. Besides, how could the Prince of Wales be comfortably crowned in his mother's life time? How could he be proclaimed our 'undoubted King' when his mother is enjoying the rudest of health, astride her horse, at Balmoral?
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20200415
Monday February 11, 1980
_. Up at 7:30. Glynnie was making one hell of a racket and didn't seem to notice that Sue and I creep around and talked in hushed, monastic tones. We went to Leeds on the train and I said my goodbyes to Dave at 8:30. He toddled off carrying two of the less intelligent morning papers, and I headed to the office. Sarah has resumed normal relations now that I am restored to full health.
I am told that Malcolm Barker's secretary phoned me on Friday afternoon, and so I waited expectantly for a summons to the oval office, but no summons came. Has Geoff Hemingway been singing my praises?
Mother has a septic finger and looking pained. She is seeing a doctor tomorrow.
To bed after watching Barry Norman. Always a joy to behold.
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I am told that Malcolm Barker's secretary phoned me on Friday afternoon, and so I waited expectantly for a summons to the oval office, but no summons came. Has Geoff Hemingway been singing my praises?
Mother has a septic finger and looking pained. She is seeing a doctor tomorrow.
To bed after watching Barry Norman. Always a joy to behold.
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20200414
Sunday February 10, 1980
_. Sexagesima
Woke this morning to a dilema. Two clocks stand next to the bed. One clock says it's 9:30 and the other says 12 o'clock. Always optimistic I decide that it is the earlier time, but no, it was noon, and Ally was two hours late for the Belfry.
Downstairs we found Glynnie buried in an encyclopaedia. He'd been improving his mind since about 10. Ally handed him £2 and sent him to the local shop. He returned with cans of soup and bacon. Sue and Pete came down from their 'love-nest' and we all ate. At 3 Dave and I went on to Burley-in-W for food with Lynn and Dave. Lynn was wobbly and Dave sat huddled over his architectural drawing board until 10:30. Poor Lynn really does over do it with the bottle.
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Woke this morning to a dilema. Two clocks stand next to the bed. One clock says it's 9:30 and the other says 12 o'clock. Always optimistic I decide that it is the earlier time, but no, it was noon, and Ally was two hours late for the Belfry.
Downstairs we found Glynnie buried in an encyclopaedia. He'd been improving his mind since about 10. Ally handed him £2 and sent him to the local shop. He returned with cans of soup and bacon. Sue and Pete came down from their 'love-nest' and we all ate. At 3 Dave and I went on to Burley-in-W for food with Lynn and Dave. Lynn was wobbly and Dave sat huddled over his architectural drawing board until 10:30. Poor Lynn really does over do it with the bottle.
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Saturday February 9, 1980
_. How disgusting of Ally to forget to go to her shift at the Belfry yesterday. Fortunately for me I phoned the restaurant to report that she was suffering from gastro-entiritis.
Glynnie, Ally and I crammed into the spitfire and went to Yeadon at lunchtime, Did a bit of shopping and called in at the Crown. Ally could not bring herself to touch alcohol. Then to the White Cross where we met Gus, and later Sue and Pete. Gus is always boisterous and controversial and he managed to offend Ally in the first few minutes of our meeting. He made some ridiculous statements about my expanding girth, euthenasia, and the extremely close relationship between Pete & Chippy, wink, wink, nudge, nudge, &c. So devilish. He is going to Greece soon having arranged to meet a friend at the acropolis. To Pine Tops at 3 to collect a pile of records and then we were off again to Bradford.
At Lidget Green tonight with Lynn, Dave, Sue, Pete, Glynnie, Tim & Jill, all to the Second West pub where we met Dave L., poor dejected lad that he is. He told us his mother had moved out of Tennyson Street today to move in with her lover of ten years, in Otley. Dave went off home at 11 but said he may return tomorrow with the dog.
The party was a bit flat and not a great success. Booze, balloons, and everything. To bed at 6am.
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Glynnie, Ally and I crammed into the spitfire and went to Yeadon at lunchtime, Did a bit of shopping and called in at the Crown. Ally could not bring herself to touch alcohol. Then to the White Cross where we met Gus, and later Sue and Pete. Gus is always boisterous and controversial and he managed to offend Ally in the first few minutes of our meeting. He made some ridiculous statements about my expanding girth, euthenasia, and the extremely close relationship between Pete & Chippy, wink, wink, nudge, nudge, &c. So devilish. He is going to Greece soon having arranged to meet a friend at the acropolis. To Pine Tops at 3 to collect a pile of records and then we were off again to Bradford.
At Lidget Green tonight with Lynn, Dave, Sue, Pete, Glynnie, Tim & Jill, all to the Second West pub where we met Dave L., poor dejected lad that he is. He told us his mother had moved out of Tennyson Street today to move in with her lover of ten years, in Otley. Dave went off home at 11 but said he may return tomorrow with the dog.
The party was a bit flat and not a great success. Booze, balloons, and everything. To bed at 6am.
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20200413
Friday February 8, 1980
_. At 12 I met Glynnie at Leeds Railway Station. Fell flat on my back on the platform. We went to Len's Bar and were joined by Ally at 12:30. We went on the the Central for a 'few more'. Geoff Hemingway was at the bar and he bought us a round of drinks. I think I can thank Lady Doris Vyner for this. Back to the car at 3pm to find a yellow parking ticket firmly affixed - a £4 fine. On to Club Street. Ally went upstairs and collapsed on her crimson bedspread. Minutes later, Glynnie was on his all fours vomiting, head down the lavatory, then he too collapsed onto a bed. I felt quite forlorn surrounded by dying people. Phoned Dave L and invited him to the party tomorrow. Ally and Dave slept until after 8. At 9:30 we drove to Pine Tops. Our dinner was waiting for us, warming in the oven. Only Ally and I ate because Dave staggered up to bed and collapsed, yet again. We went on to Oakwood Hall, pulsating with 15 year-olds, but after an hour we returned home exhausted.
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Thursday February 7, 1980
_. I continue to be riddled with disease and infection, and Sarah continues to run in the opposite direction when I appear.
Saw a Times death notice for Lady Doris Vyner, the Queen Mother's greatest friend, and I think bridesmaid. She's died aged 84. She lived at Studley Royal, near Ripon, but I think handed it to the National Trust in the '40s. I typed some background and handed it to Geoff Hemingway on the EP newsdesk. He snapped it up and an obituary made it into the EP with a photo of Lady Doris and the Queen Mother on the steps at Studley Royal in 1947. Geoff asked me if I intended spending the rest of my life in the library at which I immediately replied: 'Of course not'. He said he would speak to me on this topic later. It's warming to think that some people think there's more to Michael Rhodes than library fodder.
Bit of a disaster this evening. I phoned Auntie Mabel and told her I would journey to Pudsey by train at 5pm, and that I'd meet Ally in Pudsey. I left the YP at 4:45 and climbed onto a train on what I thought was Bradford bound only to discover that I was hurtling towards Dewsbury. In Dewsbury no call boxes were in working order, and so I couldn't alert Auntie M of my delay. I took at train back to Leeds, arriving at 6:30. I know just how frantic Auntie Mabel will be. Aunts are notorious for worrying, and fearing the worst, and I suppose she has me lying dead beneath some rusting rolling stock. I got to my aunt's at 7:45. She howled with laughter. She howled again on the phone to Mum, and on the phone to Ally, who had left and gone to Lynn's. Ally with Lynn and Dave arrived at 8:30, and we dined until 10.
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| Lady Doris and the Queen Mother. |
Bit of a disaster this evening. I phoned Auntie Mabel and told her I would journey to Pudsey by train at 5pm, and that I'd meet Ally in Pudsey. I left the YP at 4:45 and climbed onto a train on what I thought was Bradford bound only to discover that I was hurtling towards Dewsbury. In Dewsbury no call boxes were in working order, and so I couldn't alert Auntie M of my delay. I took at train back to Leeds, arriving at 6:30. I know just how frantic Auntie Mabel will be. Aunts are notorious for worrying, and fearing the worst, and I suppose she has me lying dead beneath some rusting rolling stock. I got to my aunt's at 7:45. She howled with laughter. She howled again on the phone to Mum, and on the phone to Ally, who had left and gone to Lynn's. Ally with Lynn and Dave arrived at 8:30, and we dined until 10.
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Wednesday February 6, 1980
_. Went in to the YP despite a streaming cold. Sarah refused to talk to me because of my snivelling. I oozed throughout the day.
Later: watched TV and drugged myself up with paracetamol and took Frankie Howerd's autobiography up to bed. 'On the Way I lost it'. It's a real tale of woe and degradation. We do take our great comedians for granted, don't we? We seldom think of the struggle that such people as Frankie endure to get to the top of the pile. Sitting in bed with my Lem-sip and pills.
Her Majesty succeeded to the throne 28 years ago today. Now that Queen Juliana of the Netherlands has announced her intention to abdicate in April I wonder whether such ideas are circulating in Queen Elizabeth's head? It has become a tradition in Holland for the monarch to abdicate but we do things quite differently here. Abdication reeks of Edward VIII and Mrs Simpson and is therefore entirely repugnant to our monarch. The Prince of Wales wouldn't want the throne yet.
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Later: watched TV and drugged myself up with paracetamol and took Frankie Howerd's autobiography up to bed. 'On the Way I lost it'. It's a real tale of woe and degradation. We do take our great comedians for granted, don't we? We seldom think of the struggle that such people as Frankie endure to get to the top of the pile. Sitting in bed with my Lem-sip and pills.
Her Majesty succeeded to the throne 28 years ago today. Now that Queen Juliana of the Netherlands has announced her intention to abdicate in April I wonder whether such ideas are circulating in Queen Elizabeth's head? It has become a tradition in Holland for the monarch to abdicate but we do things quite differently here. Abdication reeks of Edward VIII and Mrs Simpson and is therefore entirely repugnant to our monarch. The Prince of Wales wouldn't want the throne yet.
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Tuesday February 5, 1980
_. Phoned Ally at 7:40 and let it ring for ages until she picked up. I managed to eat two slices of toast waiting. To Leeds with Jim R at 7:45. We left early because Jennie is sitting an exam to gain entry to the Leeds Girls' High School. She'll pass, of course.
Phoned Jill [Gadsby] this evening to invite them to Ally's on Saturday. Received a letter from precious Allykins, and spent a couple of hours this evening concocting a reply on Papa's Victorian typewriter.
In other news: Lady Evelyn Beauchamp [pronounced 'Beacham'], last survivor of the four who opened the tomb of Tutankhamun in 1922, has passed on. Has the notorious curse finally caught up with her after 60 years?
Grand Duke Jean of Luxembourg has visited to the Pope to seek his approval to become a Freemason. Roman Catholics are very wary of this organisation.
Mum and Dad went out at 7:30 to see Lynn. I sat snuffling into a handkerchief until 11.
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Phoned Jill [Gadsby] this evening to invite them to Ally's on Saturday. Received a letter from precious Allykins, and spent a couple of hours this evening concocting a reply on Papa's Victorian typewriter.
In other news: Lady Evelyn Beauchamp [pronounced 'Beacham'], last survivor of the four who opened the tomb of Tutankhamun in 1922, has passed on. Has the notorious curse finally caught up with her after 60 years?
Grand Duke Jean of Luxembourg has visited to the Pope to seek his approval to become a Freemason. Roman Catholics are very wary of this organisation.
Mum and Dad went out at 7:30 to see Lynn. I sat snuffling into a handkerchief until 11.
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20200412
Monday February 4, 1980
_. A large offering of snow. Travelling to and from Leeds in snow cannot adequately or accurately be conveyed on paper by one who is virtually illiterate.
Read in the unreliable New of the World that Princess Marie-Astrid of Luxembourg and her parents have had an audience of the Pope at the Vatican. The paper says that the meeting was to discuss the possibility of Marie-Astrid's marriage to the Prince of Wales. It is a pleasant thought for one who likes to see blue blood marry blue blood, but I cannot ever see such a union taking place. I stick to my 'English rose' of the British aristocracy theory, despite such juicy morsels that the Queen is so impressed with the Luxembourg princess that she has a framed photo of her upon her desk at Balmoral. The Prince of Wales has yet to meet his princess - I am sure of this.
Left the YP at 4:15 because of the driving snow. The bus took 3 hours to reach Guiseley. A plane came down on the Harrogate Road at Yeadon which might have added to the delay.
Candice Bergen was on the telly, in a film, and she helped me thaw out. I phoned Auntie Mabel and told her that weather permitting, Ally and I would take tea with her on Thursday.
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Read in the unreliable New of the World that Princess Marie-Astrid of Luxembourg and her parents have had an audience of the Pope at the Vatican. The paper says that the meeting was to discuss the possibility of Marie-Astrid's marriage to the Prince of Wales. It is a pleasant thought for one who likes to see blue blood marry blue blood, but I cannot ever see such a union taking place. I stick to my 'English rose' of the British aristocracy theory, despite such juicy morsels that the Queen is so impressed with the Luxembourg princess that she has a framed photo of her upon her desk at Balmoral. The Prince of Wales has yet to meet his princess - I am sure of this.
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| Candice Bergen: helped me thaw out. |
Candice Bergen was on the telly, in a film, and she helped me thaw out. I phoned Auntie Mabel and told her that weather permitting, Ally and I would take tea with her on Thursday.
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Sunday February 3, 1980
_. Septuagesima
Septuagesima? What is this? From Jacq's extremely uncomfortable settee we went to Club Street for tea and toast at 9am. We clowned around listening to the radio until Ally was so cruelly taken away from me at 10:30 to the call of the Belfry. I was left at the usual bus stop on Manningham Lane, and found myself in the company a possible female Yorkshire Ripper.
Home at 'elevenish' for a second breakfast but this time with Mum & Dad. More tea and toast. For the rest of the day I was like a corpse. I am sure that even President Tito has more 'get up and go' about him today [one thing's for sure. We'd do very well together in a three legged race].
This evening I did pull round slightly to eat dinner and watch TV, and retired to bed only to escape the steel strike which is thrust down out throats night after night.
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Septuagesima? What is this? From Jacq's extremely uncomfortable settee we went to Club Street for tea and toast at 9am. We clowned around listening to the radio until Ally was so cruelly taken away from me at 10:30 to the call of the Belfry. I was left at the usual bus stop on Manningham Lane, and found myself in the company a possible female Yorkshire Ripper.
Home at 'elevenish' for a second breakfast but this time with Mum & Dad. More tea and toast. For the rest of the day I was like a corpse. I am sure that even President Tito has more 'get up and go' about him today [one thing's for sure. We'd do very well together in a three legged race].
This evening I did pull round slightly to eat dinner and watch TV, and retired to bed only to escape the steel strike which is thrust down out throats night after night.
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Saturday February 2, 1980
_. Snow. Out tonight with Ally, Lynn and Dave to the Emmott Arms, then the Fleece at Horsforth before going on to Jacq's birthday party. I had worried throughout the day, thinking that the snow might put paid to our plans. You know how peculiar Lynn can be about snow lying on the ground.
To Jacq's for 11. Ally and I quarrelled because we got lost on the way. 68, Stanmore Drive proved elusive. Jacq and Paul are truly entwined. It was a good night but the booze flowed too rapidly, and to my horror, at some late hour, I discovered that our supply had expired, whereas I'm usually expired first. Lynn and Dave set off to leave at 3, but Dave started a snowball fight, which came indoors. Jacq's sitting room resembled the south face of the Eiger. Quite riotous. Ally and I slept there on a sofa like refugees. Ally met Eamonn Burke for the first time since June.
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To Jacq's for 11. Ally and I quarrelled because we got lost on the way. 68, Stanmore Drive proved elusive. Jacq and Paul are truly entwined. It was a good night but the booze flowed too rapidly, and to my horror, at some late hour, I discovered that our supply had expired, whereas I'm usually expired first. Lynn and Dave set off to leave at 3, but Dave started a snowball fight, which came indoors. Jacq's sitting room resembled the south face of the Eiger. Quite riotous. Ally and I slept there on a sofa like refugees. Ally met Eamonn Burke for the first time since June.
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Friday February 1, 1980
_.Hangover. Drank black coffee with my eye balls hanging out. To the YP. Felt like death. I escaped at 11:30 into the sunny, cold, fresh morning. To Bradford where I found Ally looking like a housewife stood over a sizzling lasagne for tonight's dinner. We ate fish and chips from over the road and at 1:30 we returned to Haworth, which looked beautiful shrouded in snow and basking in sunlight. Had a few drinks in a couple of pubs and ended up in the Black Bull. We sat holding hands___________. Back in Bradford for 4 we put a hole in the lasagne and drained a bottle of red wine then sprawled on the rug looking at photo albums.
Phoned Lynn. She says they'll be coming to Jacq's tomorrow if the snow holds off. Ally and I will go even if it means walking to Leeds.
At 6:30 Ally took me to Manningham Lane and then went to her labours at the Belfry. At home I slumped in an armchair until 12:30.
I have a new jacket from Sarah's catalogue.
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Phoned Lynn. She says they'll be coming to Jacq's tomorrow if the snow holds off. Ally and I will go even if it means walking to Leeds.
At 6:30 Ally took me to Manningham Lane and then went to her labours at the Belfry. At home I slumped in an armchair until 12:30.
I have a new jacket from Sarah's catalogue.
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20200411
Thursday January 31, 1980
_. Marita's 25th birthday. The only other Marita I have ever heard of is Marita Phillips, daughter of Harold Phillips, and sister of the Duchesses of Westminster and Abercorn.
Phoned Jacq's office to discuss Saturday, but her co-workers couldn't locate her. Mr Entwistle, her boss, is probably sick of hearing me.
Sarah was back today looking jaded and pale. Complaining she is starting with conjunctivitis, hence the lack of war paint on her eyes.
No Ally tonight. I phoned Peter to see what the lads are up to. He came at 8:30 to Les Haute Pins and we went to the Fox and Hounds to see Sue and Janet Simon. From the Fox the four of us went to the White Cross. Gus, Johnnie and Neil were in the White Cross, drunk, at a stag party for some misguided soul. Johnny fooling around hilariously with an inflatable doll. They went off to the 148 Club in Leeds. At home later a party was in full swing [Jim & Margaret].
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Phoned Jacq's office to discuss Saturday, but her co-workers couldn't locate her. Mr Entwistle, her boss, is probably sick of hearing me.
Sarah was back today looking jaded and pale. Complaining she is starting with conjunctivitis, hence the lack of war paint on her eyes.
No Ally tonight. I phoned Peter to see what the lads are up to. He came at 8:30 to Les Haute Pins and we went to the Fox and Hounds to see Sue and Janet Simon. From the Fox the four of us went to the White Cross. Gus, Johnnie and Neil were in the White Cross, drunk, at a stag party for some misguided soul. Johnny fooling around hilariously with an inflatable doll. They went off to the 148 Club in Leeds. At home later a party was in full swing [Jim & Margaret].
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Wednesday January 30, 1980
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| Regicide: 1649 |
At 5pm I scrounged a lift with Carol J to Kirkstall Forge, where I managed to find a seat on a West Yorkshire bus, a rare and wonderful thing these days.
Tonight I studied the letters in 'The Times'. One from an old geezer with a sense of humour who suggested that since we are to have no Olympic Games this year it would probably be a good idea for a 'pools panel' to sit like they do when soccer matches are not played.
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Tuesday January 29, 1980
_. Rang Ally at 8am to tell her of Glynnie's changed plans. She was still in bed despite the fact that she starts work at 8:30.
I was late to the YP [again], but the boss took it very well.Sarah still laid low at Ivory Towers.
In the news: the dreadful Ayatollah Khomeini is close to death. His ticker is giving up on him.
Confusion has arisen regarding the purchase of the house Sue and Pete laid eyes on last week. I am in no position as yet to enlighten you.
TV tonight: John MacMurray was on the telly talking about an opera singer finding her feet in the operatic world. Later, HRH The Princess Margaret was dishing out the Evening Standard Theatre Awards. She spoke very well and is becoming quite like the Queen Mother, that treasured lady. Norman St John Stevas spoke too. Stevas says he was the first MP to say that Margaret Thatcher would be prime minister, but I have always thought that foresight could be accredited to poor Airey Neave?
The Queen goes to Rome in October, and it was actually reported on ITN that HM and the Pope will discuss the possibility of the Prince of Wales making a Roman Catholic marital alliance. It's out of the question, of course.
To bed at 12:15 with a yellowed volume of Erle Stanley Gardner's 'Perry Mason's Famous Cases'.
I was late to the YP [again], but the boss took it very well.Sarah still laid low at Ivory Towers.
In the news: the dreadful Ayatollah Khomeini is close to death. His ticker is giving up on him.
Confusion has arisen regarding the purchase of the house Sue and Pete laid eyes on last week. I am in no position as yet to enlighten you.
TV tonight: John MacMurray was on the telly talking about an opera singer finding her feet in the operatic world. Later, HRH The Princess Margaret was dishing out the Evening Standard Theatre Awards. She spoke very well and is becoming quite like the Queen Mother, that treasured lady. Norman St John Stevas spoke too. Stevas says he was the first MP to say that Margaret Thatcher would be prime minister, but I have always thought that foresight could be accredited to poor Airey Neave?
The Queen goes to Rome in October, and it was actually reported on ITN that HM and the Pope will discuss the possibility of the Prince of Wales making a Roman Catholic marital alliance. It's out of the question, of course.
To bed at 12:15 with a yellowed volume of Erle Stanley Gardner's 'Perry Mason's Famous Cases'.
Monday January 28, 1980
_. Mum came over all peculiar in a shop today and had to sit down on a stack of cans until she regained her composure. She does look pale and tired. I do worry about mama's health at times. Her high [or is it low?] blood pressure has plagued her for some years, and I don't imagine she'll ever rid herself of the problem.
Sarah was off again. She phoned at 9:30 and spoke to Eileen and Carol.
Glynnie phoned. Her cannot come at the weekend, but can come here on Feb 8.
Edwards are in the news. Edward Heath has said he thinks we should go to the Moscow Olympic Games much to the prime minister's embarrassment, and Edward Kennedy is floundering over in Washington. He won't be ever making it to the presidency. He's so bad that nobody has even bothered to try and assassinate him, yet.
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| Ted Kennedy |
Glynnie phoned. Her cannot come at the weekend, but can come here on Feb 8.
Edwards are in the news. Edward Heath has said he thinks we should go to the Moscow Olympic Games much to the prime minister's embarrassment, and Edward Kennedy is floundering over in Washington. He won't be ever making it to the presidency. He's so bad that nobody has even bothered to try and assassinate him, yet.
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Sunday January 27, 1980
_. 3rd Sunday after Epiphany
Up at 10. Ally took me to Manningham Lane and then she went to the Belfry. Spent 44p on a bus fare just to take me to Hawksworth Lane. Bloody ridiculous. At home I brewed lashings of hot tea for my slumbering family. It was like a scene from 'The Murders in the Rue Morgue', bodies in all the bedrooms. I sat with the Sunday papers, wobbling and pulsating. Philip Ziegler has been commissioned to write the official biography of Earl Mountbatten of Burma and is to have access to the Royal Archives and the Broadlands papers. I have read Ziegler's 'William IV' which is excellent.
It is impossible to escape from reading about the steel strike. Big deal. So, they've stopped making cutlery. Don't most people just use fingers these days? My chain of thought was broken by my father snoring loudly. I am sure that the gas fire cannot be right. People are seldom conscious in the sitting room, at any time of the night or day.
Ally arrived at 3:30 and we all dined together. Tonight we watched 'The Misanthrope' by Moliere, but I found it a silly play. But before act 3 at least four members of the family were unconscious, and Ally left before she could fall victim to the gas fire. Later watched a profile on Robert Runcie, the new archbishop of Canterbury. To bed at 11:15 with a filthy novel.
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Up at 10. Ally took me to Manningham Lane and then she went to the Belfry. Spent 44p on a bus fare just to take me to Hawksworth Lane. Bloody ridiculous. At home I brewed lashings of hot tea for my slumbering family. It was like a scene from 'The Murders in the Rue Morgue', bodies in all the bedrooms. I sat with the Sunday papers, wobbling and pulsating. Philip Ziegler has been commissioned to write the official biography of Earl Mountbatten of Burma and is to have access to the Royal Archives and the Broadlands papers. I have read Ziegler's 'William IV' which is excellent.
It is impossible to escape from reading about the steel strike. Big deal. So, they've stopped making cutlery. Don't most people just use fingers these days? My chain of thought was broken by my father snoring loudly. I am sure that the gas fire cannot be right. People are seldom conscious in the sitting room, at any time of the night or day.
Ally arrived at 3:30 and we all dined together. Tonight we watched 'The Misanthrope' by Moliere, but I found it a silly play. But before act 3 at least four members of the family were unconscious, and Ally left before she could fall victim to the gas fire. Later watched a profile on Robert Runcie, the new archbishop of Canterbury. To bed at 11:15 with a filthy novel.
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