| Tigers at Layer Road 21:11 - Sep 23 with 49839 views | SparkfilmsTV |
In a strange twist of events l found myself in conversation with a young lady who had attended Layer Road for a match against Hull City in our first season in The Championship. The 5-1 encounter.
We were attending a promo evening for a band called The Datsuns in North London in 2008.
During the evening she explained that she had been present at a party that made the national news due to the tragic death of someone by the name of Mark Blanco.
The incident occurred in December 2006.
This incident will be shown on Channel 4 on Monday night at 22.00 in an hour long documentary and several people known to me have made contributions.
It may be of interest to some.
I am very much hoping that the police will reinvestigate the death of Mark Blanco as a result of what will be included in the content.
I know that what l was told by this young lady 15 years ago has been instrumental in the making of this documentary.
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 19:09 - Dec 2 with 168 views | SparkfilmsTV |
My 'chat up' lines had mixed results in the nineties but l had worked out that you might as well just go for it.
I discussed with my Polish friend what l would devise as a plan and he xxxxxxx loved it!
I approached a pair of BB's and mentioned my friend and they looked across at him. They remained standing in the same position which was a start.
Then l came out with the killer lines and their eyes were lighting up.
I said..... 'English men one meat and two veg but Polish man made different below.
Polish man had two meat but just the one veg'.
That did the trick. Three hours later they were back in Colchester.
We kept up the Polish thing until the next morning.
My friend spoke virtually no English that night ....other than 'Jiggy Jiggy'.
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 09:17 - Dec 3 with 110 views | SparkfilmsTV |
Barn House, Pebmarsh 1993
'The strange case of the disappearing sausage'
My good friend Peter had invited me to a Bar b on a hot summer night in the Essex outback.
I was wifeless and he said 'Bring someone'.
I only had about 48 hours notice to find someone to invite.
The 48 hours soon became 24 as l was busy in Kentish Town.
One of the people l socialised with at the time is likely known to some of those who are following this thread.
Enter the one and only Jeff Harris ( R.I.P. ).
Jeff and l had enjoyed some success when teaming up and bamboozling females with utterly bizarre conversations.
On the Friday evening before the Bar b we entered Roberts Wine Bar in Crouch Street, Colchester and there was a very impressive array of local females present.
In particular there were a group of three young ladies who had jetted in all the way from down town Wivenhoe and we somehow managed to hold their attention for in excess of half an hour.
There was one female in particular who looked like she would be an ideal partner to invite to Pebmarsh the following evening.
Jeff was on top form and had the other two eating out of his hand and intrigued by his left field conversation.
Fast Forward to Pebmarsh around 24 hours later.
I have arrived with the third of the group from the previous evening and she has an eye for fashion.
Peter called me aside and said 'You've done well there, where did she spring up from?'
I said 'She sprung up in Roberts Bar last night'.
TBC ( 😊😊 ). [Post edited 3 Dec 9:22]
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 16:25 - Dec 3 with 92 views | SparkfilmsTV |
There was a very decent selection of fine foods on offer in Pebmarsh.
I spotted a large juicy sausage an arm's length away and managed to prong the beast on my fork and draw it towards me.
I wasn't the only person to have my eye on the prize sausage but just as l attempted to take a bite out of it the thing dropped from my fork, rolled down the table and onto the ground.
The fact that the sausage had landed on the ground was no deterrent to sampling it.
I got down on my hands and knees and had a good look around.
Nothing.
My Wivenhoe guest looked too.
It was nowhere to be seen.
It became a topic of conversation and something of a mystery.
It was still a great evening.
On the drive home my guest said 'That was really strange about the sausage, is Barn House haunted?'
We went back to my house in Colchester and l put on my new coffee machine and some music.
Then my new found girlfriend asked me for a slow dance in the kitchen.
Slow dance was all l could ever manage and l wasn't much good at that.
She had her head on my shoulder and we were moving in slow circles.
Then the big moment arrived.
She saw it.
The sausage.
It was in the turn up of my trousers! [Post edited 3 Dec 16:28]
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 18:29 - Dec 3 with 43 views | SparkfilmsTV |
1994, Colchester.
It is a Wednesday night. I have arranged to pick up my friend Jeff Harris and we were headed for King's Nightclub in Copford.
On arrival at Jeff's pad on Lexden Road l find him dressed as a cricket umpire.
White coat. White hat. Black trousers. Brown shoes.
He really looked the part.
He even had six stones in the coat pocket to keep count of any balls delivered during play.
He also had two sets of stump bails with him.
He has been watching the test match on television during the day and was a fan of renowned cricket umpire Dickie Bird.
I can't imagine anyone going to a nightclub dressed as a cricket umpire anywhere in the world. Not even an actual umpire.
Jeff was a one off.
Once inside Jeff hit the dance floor.
He was signalling fours and sixes in rhythm with the music but other than myself l am not sure if anyone picked up on this. He also made the correct signals to non existent scorers to signify any no balls or wides that he may have called.
He approached the DJ and asked for the screens to be moved as a bowler was coming around the wicket.
The DJ didn't understand the request.
After a few more brandy's, and although still in his umpire's attire he morphed into a strike bowler and was appealing for caught behind the wicket decisions and a few LBW's.
A few hours later we were in Crouch Street getting a burger.
I looked round and Jeff had disappeared.
Didn't see him again until the weekend.
He had woken up on the Thursday morning still in his umpire gear in a large builders skip in Butt Road. [Post edited 3 Dec 18:32]
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