Saturday March 5, 1983

 Our alarm woke us at 7, but it was too late really and we splashed in the bath like hyper-active porpoises. We left at 9:30 with our belongings in two bags, like vagrants, and headed to the bus stop. We arrived at the bus station with five minutes to spare and left for Manchester at 9:45. Ally in a pair of striped dungarees. Like a sexy Andy Pandy. Whatever happened to him? Manchester in an hour, and Stockport half an hour after that. I found Edgeley too, which is something of a fete. Found Glynnie thinner. Lily her jovial self. Joined the lads at a wine bar where the barmaid resembled a Mohican warrior, but looking good with it. Pleasantly pissed we went to Debenham's and took a candid photo of Steve's sister working in 'childrens shoes'. Steve wasn't with us and later we saw him escorting a young lady in town. He pretended not to see us. A massive dinner back at the Hollywood (Hotel). The dog, Sadie, didn't take to me, and cowered in the kitchen. Watched an ancient film on the telly (Diana Dors was 16 and that's years, not stones) and struggled to keep awake. 

At 7 I went into the bar where Lily allowed me to pull a few pints for the 'reglers'. I was slightly flustered when people asked for more than one drink. After an hour we were changed and out to the Armoury. We met the boys and went by taxi to the Chapel House pub, a recently 'done up' spot, full of plastic palms, and ____ men. Garry and Steve spent two hours wondering whether to chat up two young ladies and drove us crazy with their fumbling indecision. Billy enjoyed spinning Ally on a swivel chair. The drinks were warm. We walked a mile, and taxied a mile, and back at the Hollywood we sat with Lily. She terrified us talking about pub management. Couples are, she says, driven wild with temptation to run off with the first person who comes along and buys them a rum and peppermint. She was gloomy about the business to show us the down side, but doesn't deter us.

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Friday March 4, 1983

 A Spring-like day. We slept in the attic room at the top of the house and awakened at 7 when Frances came to our bed whilst Lynn made breakfast. A sweet, old fashioned little thing. We held her up at the window and she gleefully pointed at the sheep in the fields opposite.Katie has a cold and is in her cot gasping and snoring. Poor little thing. We had boiled eggs and toast. I went at 8 down the lane and got a bus to Leeds. Ally waved me off nursing Frances. David took her to Bradford because he has a meeting there at 9:30. At the YP Kathleen is still off and Sarah is in Scarborough with Austin-Clarke. Carol says it will be a wrench to leave the library but that it has to be done. I say that we must have a joint booze-up when our 'severance' occurs and Ally and the President Carter look-alike must be included. She agrees. I am now feeling easier about going. Obviously, I'm nervous. It's the only thing I have done since leaving school. For ten years I've been encased in this concrete block with no windows.

Ally phoned saying she is hungover. Went to 'my' Park Square and had a chicken and mushroom pie. Home on the bus reading a magazine dedicated  to our historic houses recently demolished to make way for adventure playgrounds and coal miners' social clubs. Very depressing. We ate liver and onions with tons of mashed potato. Ally in her 'Andy Pandy' dungarees and white shoes. She says Lynn and Dave do not share our enthusiasm about a pub, and that Lynn cannot take it in that I'm willing to accept voluntary redundancy. They must think I am a fixture at the YP. ________.

News: Watched the 9 o'clock news. The Queen in the US. Her Majesty's jewels are bigger than Nancy Reagan's. Prince William has arrived in Scotland. The Prince of Wales on an omniped at a youth club. Glynnie phoned at 8 to confirm our booking. To bed at 9:42.

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Thursday March 3, 1983

 YP hideous. Some workmen have gone up to the mezzanine floor and painted it with a canary yellow/pink combination. The smell of the paint and the diabolical rush of colour has given me a throbbing head.

At lunch time I went to the building society and deposited the sum of £5. Ridiculous maybe, but the sum is building up. The woman on the counter always looks at me with contempt. Silly cow. 

Ally phoned. She hasn't found a Denbyware egg cup for Lynn, and so we'll just give her money instead. I had my usual salmon sandwich on a bench in Park Square, but had to fight off the hungry pigeons. 

Home to Ally, head throbbing on the bus all the way, reading the YP magazine account of the Lofthouse pit disaster of 1973. Hardly the sort of story to put in the rag when the miners are on strike killing old ladies and holding the nation to ransom. I'd like to put Arthur Scargill down a mineshaft and fill it in. Who wouldn't? 

Ally in a dressing gown painting her nails. I took some pills and got in the bath. Recover somewhat. Watched the pathetic Christine Keeler on Nationwide regurgitating the Profumo Affair. She looks like someone you'd find behind a fish and chip shop counter in a Leeds backstreet.

Ally wearing a new blouse covered in tiny hearts. We had cheese and crackers and watched 'Crossroads' waiting for David B to come from his squash club, or wherever he goes on a Thursday evening. He came at 7:30 and drove us, puffing on a large cigar, to Guiseley. He is very serious these days. Lynn, pink, and breast feeding Katie, was watching the TV without sound so not to disturb Frances. We had a few glasses of sherry. David and I were despatched to the fish and chip shop and we called on John on the way. ________________.We ate at 9. The well stocked drinks cabinet was opened and Lynn gave us chocolate liqueuer, just to get ride of it. Bed there at 12.

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Wednesday March 2, 1983

 Some rain. I went out in a pair of striped blue canvas shoes which looked ridiculous on a damp Lidget Green morn. [Large deletion]. At lunchtime I telephoned Mum. They are decorating at Horton. She bubbled as usual and hadn't heard from any of the others. Some of my siblings don't know how to dial.

All whispers at the YP. So many people say they are going. Spoke to one in EP features, and one EP reporter says he wants to open a book shop. Mrs Slocombe is back with her face sewn up and looks like something from a Boris Karloff  movie.

Omelettes and beans at 6. We sat on the settee for three hours. _________. After 'Dallas' Ally took to her bed. The news was read by John Humphrys who I always think looks like a ventriloquist's dummy. The Queen is enduring floods and tornadoes  with the Reagans in Santa Barbara. One of President Reagan's aides has described HM as 'a trooper' for sticking to the schedule despite the weather. It will take more than a bit of inclement weather to deter the Queen from sticking to her agenda.

I have been thinking about Timothy Taylor's. Will my redundancy money be enough to cover a tenancy? We shall have to go along and see Lord Ingrow. For two weeks we have thought of little else than pubs and our future.

A programme on TV about 'old wives tales' was interesting. Cows do not sit down when it is about to rain.

Bed at 10 o'clock.

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Tuesday March 1, 1983

 St David's Day

Spring is in the air. I left Ally at 8 laden with piles of wet washing. Sunshine today. Mrs Slocombe is off having cosmetic surgery and no doubt be back tomorrow looking like Nancy Reagan. Sarah was glum for most of the day. _________. I went to look for (birthday) presents for Lynn and Dave at lunchtime and found myself in a junk shop. Junk immediately springs to mind when one thinks of the Bakers. They love old retro stuff. Phoned Ally and spoke in sweet whispers.

Home: sandwiches. Ally ironed. I brewed lager and looked at some stagnant wine. The lemon wine has been in the demijohn since January, 1982.

News: The Queen's tour of the USA has been messed up by rotten weather. The storms are so bad that the Royal Yacht is incapacitated. How many US presidents has the Queen seen off in her reign? I think that Ronald Reagan is her eighth. I can never remember whether Truman or Eisenhower came first. You cannot beat the coninuity of monarchy, can you? Nancy Reagan might be the bees knees in 1983 but where will she be in 1989? The Queen must have a good laugh about the comings and goings over the Atlantic. The miners are now coming out in force now that the water workers are nicely back. ______.

Wrote to Sam Smith's brewery at Tadcaster and squabbled with Ally about it. I'm an awkward writer when not writing foolishly or passionately. Watched a play on the BBC. Bed at 10:40.

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Monday February 28, 1983

 At the YP Betty phoned from photo sales to say the pic of my grandparents is ready and I went down with a cheque. She said I look very much like my grandmother. Nobody has ever said that before. Left the ofice at 4 and went to the National Coach Station and bought a couple of tickets for Saturday's visit to Stockport. Another cheque. £5.50 this time. I queued for ten minutes behind a guy buying a return ticket to Plymouth only to find he was £2 short and had to go away empty handed grumbling into his anorak. 

Dined on avocado and prawns and breast of lamb. I was home an hour early and we met on the doorstep in a grip of passion.  'Coronation Street' and 'Panorama'. Poor old Sir Keith Joseph is far from 100 per cent.

The Queen is taking the USA by storm. Her Majesty's first tour of the west coast. Blimey, I haven't mentioned Peter Tatchell, have I? Last Thursday he suffered defeat in the election at Bermondsey to the Liberal SDP candidate. (Michael) Foot is done for. Labour is dead and David Steel will be leader of the opposition in May, 1984. That is if Roy Jenkins doesn't get his way. Perhaps I should say Lord Jenkins, OM, CH, GCVO, PC.

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Sunday February 27, 1983

 2nd Sunday in Lent. Full Moon.

Christopher.

Up at about 10 for a full-English breakfast. Mum listens to Radio 4, or something equally obscure and we sat tackling our eggs and bacon to the strains of 'I Know That My Redeemer Liveth' which Dad says was his father's favourite music. I sat outside sketching Waltergarth to illustrate their brochure. They seemed to like it. A cloud hung over Peny-ghent (or pen-y-ghent?), but it doesn't stop the party of Japanese hikers with great yellow back packs assaulting the south face. We left at 11:30 and went to Yeadon where Dad bought bits of wire at a DIY store. Some members of the cast of Emmerdale Farm were buying tins of gloss paint. On to Sue's. Today is Christopher's first birthday. Sue gave a party at which a conglomeration of Rhodeses and Nasons attended. Christopher danced around in a frenzy for five hours. The boy has the energy of Ajax. Frances was wearing a kilt like a grown up girl. Katie remains a fried egg. Dave came and went to do his double glazing. John came in with Janette which was a surprise because we were told she was going home for the weekend. ____________. To Lynn's after Sue had put the birthday boy to bed. More sandwiches and coffee. Mum and Dad brought us back to Club Street at 9:20.

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