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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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Jonathan Jeannevol to give him his real name has born the brunt of being the individual that may have dropped an unconscious Mark Blanco over a four foot railing.
A few years after Mark's death Mrs Blanco's legal team informed her that Johnny Headlock ( back to his aka ) would be appearing in court for an offence relating to stalking ( Naomi Stirk ).
Mrs Blanco watched proceedings from the gallery and Johnny said to her 'I did not kill your son', and repeated it a little later.
Johnny had been Peter's minder, and general assistant in a multitude of ways for about four years. This association appears to have come to an end around the time of Mark Blanco's death. It was James Mullord ( manager of Babyshambles ) who initially got Johnny involved, and he became an essential part of the team back then.
Events in December 2006 should not take anything away from his contribution to Peter and Co. back then, in fact he was a loyal and important member of the team.
I only found out this afternoon that the reason l ended up with some demo cuts that Peter made with my friend Dot Allison was that Kate Moss didn't want Peter recording with a female and nor did she want it released.
As l gather more information about this case l am becoming more and more aware of people's frailties, especially those who appear to have been invincible at certain times in their lives.
It is nothing like that. They often carry far greater burdens and become masters of camouflage.
Peter and Kate was a tabloid goldmine for a circle of people and those at the centre of it often 'acted' out the part to reap the rewards ( Kate didn't need any more money though ).
I have something here that had it have been of better film quality would have had a value of £100,000 to The Sun or Daily Mirror around 2006.
Over time its value will be diminishing and likely become extinguished.
Being custodian of some of these secrets is a kind of therapy. Not cashing in on someone else's story and safeguarding it is good for the soul.
Last night l couldn't sleep.
All this stuff running through my head.
So at 3am, l go downstairs pick up a yardstick and walk to Guildford Road to measure the height of the railings.
There are no street lights on.
A taxi pulls up beside me.
The driver looks across. He must wonder what the xxxx anyone is doing measuring a railing in the shadows of night ( not that there were many ).
He drives off. Must have thought he had witnessed something that might make the papers in a few days time.
What l was trying to establish was could someone of 6ft 4in with a centre of gravity at 42 inches from the ground 'drop' from a railing of 48 inches in height?
Some interesting people are engaging with me on this 'story', but Mrs Blanco is not among them.
Michael Wolkind KC who could have made a career for himself in comedy has taken a back seat on matters.
Thank God Katia has given Peter a more grounded life and the time to appreciate all the things he was unable to enjoy in those chaotic and destructive years.
The three men who were there the night Mark Blanco died have suffered for it away from the public gaze in differing ways.
Everything comes at a price.
I have asked specialists in the enhanced CCTV footage of Mark falling to identify the height of the figure that appears to be next to him at the moment he drops.
I don't think this has ever been established. It then becomes a process of elimination but does not determine the footware or if any debris was present under foot. | | | |
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Back to the early morning of December 3, 2006 and what occured in the hours following Peter, Johnny and Kate Russell - Pavier fleeing from the Whitechapel flat and running along Romford Street.
They get a taxi to a hotel in Clerkenwell. The same hotel they had left about 45 minutes earlier.
There was a wedding group at the hotel along with around twenty of Peter's associates.
Fights break out including Johnny stabbing Pete's guitarist ( Mick Whitnall of Babyshambles ) with a fork. Parts of the hotel and bar area are destroyed, curtains ripped down and phones pulled from sockets and crushed underfoot.
The police are called.
Peter and Johnny flee another scene. I can't account for Ms Russell - Pavier's moves after that.
Then moving forward and things get a bit surreal.
When first being questioned about the Mark Blanco incident Peter appears to be describing another event at times and his version is so different from the accounts of the other five that the police advise him to reconsider his statement. I don't think he did though.
On the running from the scene with Mark Blanco laying on the pavement it was Naomi who advised Peter and Co. to go, although it is likely they would have done so anyway.
Something else that l would like to confirm is that John Jeannevol had met Mark Blanco on several previous occasions and there was no animosity between them. Quite the opposite in fact. Mark had actually given Johnny a gift.
Likewise, Paul Roundhill whose flat it was had also known Mark for a while and this on a friendly basis too.
It is unlikely that Mark's family would have been aware of some of the company he had been keeping throughout 2006.
What might also come as a surprise to some is that Johnny shared a literary interest with Peter and l might even have some of Johnny's lyrical work in some of the files or on film.
For all of that though, Mr Jeannevol went on a rapid downward spiral following the events described above from which he never fully recovered.
But he did attend the inquest into Mark Blanco's death, and so did Paul Roundhill.
No one has as yet written the definitive account of events and l don't have all the pieces in the jigsaw to do so, but l have been offered contact details for another member of the six - something that l passed on and it was one of the three under scrutiny who was prepared to introduce us.
I might follow that up in the future. [Post edited 4 Feb 7:51]
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After my encounter wandering around in the night measuring railings with a yardstick we carried out an experiment this morning in Colchester and the results were quite unexpected.
We managed to find a body double for Mark Blanco in terms of height, weight and shoe size.
We had a four foot railing at our disposal.
Our body double leans against the railing and it appears perfectly safe.
Then, before we have given instruction, our body double takes it upon himself to stretch, get up on tip toe and pull himself up a little and within just a matter of seconds he is placed at 180 degrees and almost topples over.
Even he is surprised at the ease of this.
The margins of life and death can be just millimetres and determined by gravity.
This does introduce the extremely remote possibility that someone could have been standing next to him when he went over - but no one describes such a scenario.
As far as l am aware no such experiment using a body double has been replicated in the past 17 years by the Met Police or the Blanco family. I did suggest this to the family using comedian Jerry Sadowitz as an interface but we didn't have any response.
Should any further documentary's be made on this story a similar experiment may be of interest.
We have another experiment we would like to undertake, this will require going back to the actual property in Whitechapel and paying the occupants a fee to film the interior with one of the six witnesses illustrating her sight lines.
If this can be arranged it will be 'pitched' to a television company or if The Sun are interested we would do it with them. | | | |
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My thanks to anyone who has ploughed through this long thread which is virtually free of any football content.
Things have progressed quite a bit and l have a national newspaper as a 'partner' to assist.
A story may evolve.
I have been joining the dots now for several months and quite a few of these have fallen into place.
At the beginning of the thread l mention a Naomi Stirk....she's one of two young ladies who attended the match against Hull City at Layer Road in 2008.
In the away end incidentally.
Naomi used to share a flat with another girl in London. The other girl came up on our radar last week as someone who had been 'phone hacked' ( Prince Harry and Co. ).
Anyone who had her number then had access to a star studded cast.
This in turn led to a further joining of the dots and made London look smaller than Colchester.
These links had not been previously identified we don't think.
A trail of death and destruction across North and East London has now swallowed up a chunk of West and South London.
Some of the names will not be new, Amy Winehouse, Robyn Whitehead and Peaches Geldof were already linked to a common group of people.
The media has reported on this over the years, but l don't think anyone has identified the other individuals who were common to a number of tragic deaths.
They are very few in number.
In fact you could fit them all into one car.
Thank God each of these people finally has a semblance of control over their lives now and these killing fields can at least sleep without fear.
I met an eight year old Peaches Geldof under the dutiful care of Paula Yates who was an adoring mother and Michael Hutchence on several occasions in Chelsea. We used to share the front window table at The Stock Pot on The King's Road.
All three of them gone.
All three of them tortured souls in their all too short lives. [Post edited 18 Dec 2023 21:34]
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A little while since l added to this thread.
In May of this year Peter Doherty played at The Royal Albert Hall.
That event was opened by Luke Wright from Colchester and is another link in the chain of associations.
Luke was in the audience at Colchester Arts Centre as a sixteen year old for a poetry evening featuring John Cooper Clarke, Martin Newell and Ross Sutherland. John resides on Hythe Hill in Colchester, Martin is from Wivenhoe and l can't remember where Ross was living back then but it would have been in the Colchester area.
Luke was inspired by events at The Arts Centre and it paved the way for his career.
Luke's work was to find a wide audience with The Libertines and Patti Smith among his followers. I listened to Luke's epic 'The Toll' today ...it's masterly in content and form, mirroring social and personal challenges.
Colchester Arts Centre is very much a part of the road map.
I remember being present when a support band arrived quite early in the evening and turned their attentions to the contents of the fridge.
I was meeting a musician friend - Sarah Blackwood that day to hand her the story behind the lyrics to 'Not so manic now' by Dubstar, that she had sung on.
This was the only song Dubstar had recorded that they had not written. It became their best known release.
Anyway, the young members of the band were drinking the place dry and by the time they took to the stage only four of the five members appeared.
The fifth was asleep on one of the sofa's and l doubt any of the audience were aware the band were short of a guitarist.
Sarah Blackwood is another member of the music network back then that is featured on this thread.
Meanwhile, going back to The Royal Albert Hall....when Peter Doherty took to the stage he was accompanied by his two dogs who wandered around and seemed quite at home.
I think they were safely back stage when the crowd invasion took place and the final part of the show came to an abrupt end. [Post edited 29 Dec 2023 19:25]
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 22:30 - Jan 1 with 3929 views | SparkfilmsTV |
In the previous post l mention poetry.
To put this into context and in relation to written works by Peter Doherty l wonder if the following may be of interest.
Peter Randall had aspirations to be a professional footballer and spent several months with today's visitors to The Jobserve Community Stadium - Gillingham, and later at Maidstone.
Despite being a prolific goal scorer things didn't work out and Peter became a plumber.
Peter Randall later reinvented himself and became Peter Wolfe.
Peter Wolfe's aspirations turned to poetry and music.
Around 1998 Peter Wolfe and Peter Doherty became friends and 'Wolfeman' became a mentor to Doherty as The Libertines were just about to be unleashed on the nation.
I hadn't realised until yesterday just how many songs that were recorded by The Libertines and later Babyshambles that contained words, phrases, lines and verses that were written by Peter Wolfe.
Peter Wolfe had a troubled life but is finally getting things in order.
The Rock and Roll dream is strewn with life time casualties, even many of the successful ones become casualties in one form or another. | | | |
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I received the most fantastic gift from one of the individuals mentioned within this thread...a box of demo and .complimentary CD's - entirely from the British indie scene...currently playing are The Maccabees third album ..'Given to the Wild'.....it's a stunning piece of work....parts of this thread were picked up on Google and being followed in St John's Wood. The wonder of the internet. 😊😊.
Thanks to all who are reading through this stuff. | | | |
| Tigers at Layer Road on 20:45 - Jan 6 with 3818 views | SparkfilmsTV |
Shoreditch was a vibrant area for art and music related activity around the '02 to '06 time zone ( and most likely the years following ).
I discovered something else that may be of interest as it has a local connection.
Well, there are a couple of strands to this.
Firstly the area was an exterior gallery for work by Banksy ( some may be aware that Banksy visits Colchester on occasion, in fact just a matter of yards from the home of John Cooper Clarke on Hythe Hill some years ago ).
Another Shoreditch artist was 'exhibiting' his paintings on cardboard and pizza boxes and they were left in doorways, by bus stops and against the walls.
These were created by Adam Neate. Adam is now based in San Paulo, Brazil and is a world renowned street artist.
Adam was born in Colchester and went to Ipswich Art School.
Very few people in Colchester seem to be aware of Adam's art.
He went from giving his art away to selling his first major piece of work for in excess of £60,000.
Colchester is home to a growing number of artists and musicians who have moved from London in the past ten years but who keep a low profile in these parts.
One of them uses the exercise park near Leisure World most days. Very few people seem to have recognised him.
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 10:36 - Jan 7 with 3791 views | SparkfilmsTV |
Autumn 2005, Dalston - going for a drive to return a keyboard.....
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Was that a blue Jag at the bus stop?
Me
Think so yeah
XX
That's Pete's then
Me
He parked it there?
XX
Not as such, maybe ran out of petrol or got out for a piss and forgot he had the car
Me
Forgot he had the car?
XX
Yeah, wouldn't be the first time
Me
I thought he had a grey Jag
XX
He has different coloured Jags
Me
Where does he keep them all?
XX
Nowhere really....just forgets where they are or looses the keys and they just end up scattered around and abandoned. [Post edited 7 Jan 10:39]
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 23:04 - Jan 15 with 3689 views | SparkfilmsTV |
We visit a female member of an indie band in Camden.
It's around 7pm.
Her flat has had a makeover but not the kind of thing we see on TV.
She has a small kitchen with white cupboard doors - that is, they were white when we lasted visited.
They are now covered in drawings, paintings ( including blood ), doodles and collage. An exhibition of a kind adorns the space.
This mode was quite popular at the time, and often extended beyond kitchen cupboards onto walls in stairwells, living rooms, bathrooms and any available substitute for a canvas.
It occured to me that the Camden cupboard doors had more value than the entire kitchen and l wonder if they were ever exhibited and sold.
I made a pledge that evening to part finance an album production for the occupant of the property. She had been very successful with her previous band who had toured Europe and the USA extensively but didn't have a new label and was so short of money that she was working as a part time waitress in Camden.
A few of us worked out a formula to pay for studio costs and bring a producer over from Holland.
It was money well spent and it was nice to be credited on the album sleeves and to attend the launch party despite an accident while unloading the van in Kilburn when someone drove into the back of it at considerable speed and impact causing thousands of pounds worth of damage.
Our van was on hire and had only been picked up a few hours before. Virtually all of the sound system was on hire too.
I was fortunate to meet quite a few band managers.
Some of them had just fallen into these positions with limited knowledge of the music business but with a degree of common sense ( sometimes ) and good organisational skills.
One of the most impressive took on several well known bands and individuals with his only previous occupation being in the building trade. Another one had been a taxi driver.
The taxi driver who originated from West London was now based in New York and l did some work for him which l never considered charging for, such was the spirit of the scene back then. [Post edited 15 Jan 23:24]
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One of my favourite accounts of band management occured on the Babyshambles UK tour of the UK in '05.
As the band picked up momentum with the music press hot on their tales the audience reaction was beginning to rival the on stage antics.
It was not uncommon for fans to board the tour bus that was usually heading back to London from the likes of Stoke on Trent.
When the bus pulled up somewhere around the Watford gap for a late night supper or an early breakfast it was often found to have several occupants who were stranded many miles from home and supposed to be at work or college in the morning.
Enter Babyshambles Manager James Mullord who had a duty of care to anyone in his company and not uncommon for him to pay £100 for a taxi to get fans home safely.
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Had no idea when l started this thread that some of us would reconnect through it.
A couple of you now relocated to Colchester no less and married with children but still retaining the ethos and spirit of those very special times in London.
Better still - we are in walking distance of one another and a great joy to catch up today.
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 21:25 - Jan 20 with 3564 views | SparkfilmsTV |
SOUTHERN FREEZE
( As requested 😊😊 ).
Trawling through
The southern freeze
Lights out
Cutting breeze
Laying on a precinct bench
Is better than crawling on your knees
But only just
You were sugar coated
Devoted to the cause
And now the cause is lost
And no one counts the cost
Lift the horizon
Jump inside the mouth
Can't split the Met
From the criminal in the south
And it's a cruel wind that blows
But still your traffic flows
The judge and the dealer
You can't split the atom
Everything you touch
Making crazy patterns
You lunged at the squealer
You cut him babe
You cut him bad
We listened to the voice mails
Trailing your movements
From the soup kitchen
To the crack house
Then
We took a coffee break
Came back but it was too late
Trawling through
The southern freeze
Lights out cutting breeze
REAR VIEW MIRROR
I can see you
In my rear view mirror
In this slow moving traffic
And when it stops
I take a closer look
At your second generation
Asian features
Long black hair
And pretty dark eyes
Looking down
You appear to be texting
Rapid finger movements
Then looking up
And flicking the hair from your eyes
We are on a red light
But there is traffic ahead
We move off slowly
You are smiling
So you have had a reply
Then l spot the dealer
Standing in a doorway
Looking agitated
A twenty something
Mixed race male
In black rimmed glasses
Dressed in the proceeds
Of his illicit trading
You won't notice him
Your paths will never cross
You live in your own head space
A private place
Where you process thoughts
Of cosmetic bliss
And self image
Because you are
A product of Western culture
A customer
Discovered
On digital marketing platforms
Your lifestyle recorded
On servers
Across the continents
Leaving your footprint
On the tarmac
On the mean streets
Of xxxxxx up Essex towns
And you won't notice me
Through your tinted windscreen
And the dealer and his client base
They don't feature in your life
The closed circuit roadmap
That you inhabit
On your way to
An underground car park
WHITE GHETTO
Spill white wine
On the carpet
Put your phone
On loud speaker
So it looks like
Our next sortee
Is to the white ghetto
UK Central
Where girls
With super sized eye lashes
Blow smoke
From grey panelled windows
And taxi drivers arrive
On the pavement below
Where white hoodies speak
In language unknown
And you return
To the passenger seat
Clutching currency
And we know we can eat
Till Saturday at least
We have come this far
Beyond a retreat
Let's get back to base
And gorge on the taste
Of one another
Where you talk
Of lazers and spy satellites
In the haze
And the fading light
We are bad for one another
Above and below the covers
You are officially
A missing person
Appearing on posters
In shop windows
They fear you are dead
But you have never been move alive
Tracks above taken from LESBIAN ESPIONAGE
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For the production team on Sky News ( inc. presenters 😊😊 ).
SKY NEWS PRESS PREVIEW
I have upgraded my television
So l can see you more clearly
And listen to you speaking
About missiles and variants
You look straight into my eyes
I look into yours
You smile and l smile back
I look around your room
But you cannot see mine
As far as l know
There is a commercial break
You reappear
There's a cornfield in the background
With it's blue skies
And fluffy white clouds
I scan your shelves
You wave your arms around
Usually your left arm
Your hand reaches out
Comes right through the screen
Momentarily l touch your fingers
They are warm
But quickly retracted
Back into your space
Then another commercial break
Sometimes you move both arms together
You appear to be dancing
I focus on your eye lashes
You mention 'In the Heat of the Night'
And l wonder, if you ever saw
'To Sir with Love'
During the next commercial break
I clammer across the sofa bed
Climb into the television
Through the gap on the side
Hoping to see you from another perspective
But somehow l have ended up
In the Sky News studio
For the first time in almost fifteen years
It seems quite deserted
And no one is throwing paper aeroplanes
I close my eyes and count to five
Which transports me back to my sofa
You lean forward a little closer
Your hands move in circles
We are in agreement about the actions
Of the Bristol Four
You seem well versed in sonic rays
And underwater cables
Holding my attention
As always
( This was written live and sent to Sky at the conclusion of the Press Preview which was conducted between the studio and zoom ).
Taken from LESBIAN ESPIONAGE
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BEDSIT BOUDOIR
Blue tooth your soul
Transport your being
Into a phone box
In a runaway town
Through the twilight fade
In a blue strobe cascade
Feeling supreme
But you're way off the planet
Step into the road
Heavy contraflow
Headset explodes
In a moment of panic
Climb the stairwell
Jump from a rooftop
Acute paranoia
In a hospital gown
Enraptured trolls
Caught in the footlights
Captured by Reuters
On a plasma TV
Fabulous diminutive
Shyly expressive
Stared at the ceiling
In a long corridor
The hospital porter
Away from the camera
His wandering hands
So sorely tempted
The needle will calm you
Through tears and mascara
Relief from the burden
From all that you carry
Drift into dreams
Reflected off screens
Urbanised angels
Floating above
Voices surround you
A figure approaches
Closer and closer
Maternal love
Then to the convent
The rage and the torment
Turning in circles
With nowhere to go
So to the mean streets
Blackmail the stranger
Strip the machine
Take the deposit
Fake declaration
Of promiscuous action
Ambushed at knifepoint
In your bedsit boudoir
Taken from LESBIAN ESPIONAGE
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 09:04 - Jan 21 with 3543 views | SparkfilmsTV |
HOUSE SITTING IN THE NEW MILLENNIUM
In what would prove to be
My one and only experience of 'house sitting'
I made a terrible error of judgement
By inviting you to join me for the evening
In our modest lifestyles
We were both comfortable
With the surroundings of a three bed semi
In fact, you had become used to not much more
Than a bedsit in the past two years
My responsibility was to water the plants
Feed the tropical fish
Collect large volumes of fan mail
And place them in into a neat collection
Of mail trays in the office
Surely nothing much could go wrong
In the week my friend was filming in America
Her final words after l drove her to Heathrow were
'I'm indebted'
Her stardust had rubbed off on me a little
I could quite easily imagine that her eight bedroomed mansion
Complete with swimming pool was mine, in a fantastical way
So to our meeting in Superdrug
Which led me to invite you
To my temporary residence
You were so eager you were running in front of me
I had not seen you in a month
And l imagine you had gone through
Many hair colour changes in that time
But today at least
You seemed to be back to your almost natural blonde
Trouble was, you had such a hold over me
That l would have done almost anything
To win you over, even for a few minutes
Because a few minutes of you
Was worth months of anyone else
But the next twelve hours
Was about to bring a downfall in my life
That to this day, some seventeen years later
Sends shudders through my nervous system
As we walked up the gravel drive
Your eyes opened ever wider
I had not seen you like that
Since you took a handful of E's at a Shamen gig
Once through the large Georgian doorway
You were off around the house
Your shrieks of delight
Growing fainter as you ascended the stairwell
After a few minutes you returned to the kitchen
And opened the fridge
That was the beginning of the end of my friendship with Miss K
You discovered all your favourite drinks
Because any wine, beer or spirit was your favourite drink
Then there were the bottles of champagne
Some of which had been presented in Cannes
I should have stopped you at that point
But l was powerless, or that is what l told myself
You were off around the house again
You had gone quiet
I felt some relief
Perhaps you had fallen asleep
Then you reappeared
In a full length satin gown
From a period drama
That you had discovered in one of the wardrobes
Not to mention
The abundance of make up you recovered
From film sets over the past ten years
'Well, how do l look?'
I can still see your ghost
You stand in front of me and you smile
Then you become vapour
Slowly lifting
And you are gone
Taken from LESBIAN ESPIONAGE
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PURE CRYSTAL
Her silhouette
Dancing
On a distant shoreline
A violin down a phone line
Her eyes fixed
Twelve light years
Beyond Sirius
Her sound waves
Captured in the breeze
And she moves serenely
She is
Frozen in time
Remote
Beguiling
And in the magnitude
Of earth's shattering power
She remains
Defiant
Standing at a bus stop
Alone at the taxi rank
Yet
Despite it all
Her glorious being
Sculptured in driftwood
And by night
Her secrets
She did reveal
One by one
They came
C
A
S
C
A
D
I
N
G
D
O
W
N
In torrents
Sweet summer rain
Did
F
A
L
L
All about them
And colours
CRIMSON
ULTRA VIOLET
LILAC
Ozalid metallic ice
Melting
As she reached out her hand
Then awoken
By the taxi lights
Taken from LESBIAN ESPIONAGE
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 15:09 - Jan 21 with 3513 views | SparkfilmsTV |
NO DREAM CITY
Treading softly
Moving deftly
My private eye
Hovers above
Scrolls across
Scans down
Parts of a life
Scattered around
Wallpaper
Fabric
Daylight
Blazes in
Situation normal?
To an untrained eye
But even
A highly trained profiler
Could easily be staring
At a blank page
This is
No dream city
Hazel eyes turn red
In an instant
And eyes of black
Are not confined
To a dwindling
Goth community
Blue lights
Through red lights
In pursuit
Moped riders
Drug drivers
Class A feud
Do not be taken in
By anything you have read
On TripAdvisor
This is
No dream city
Fasten your seat belt
For a white knuckle ride
Past Growers UK
Where the curtains
Are closed
For months on end
And false plated transits
Arrive in the twilight hours
This is
No dream city
Roll in the cannisters
Turn on the faders
Throw down the trip wire
Trigger the tasers
This is......
JUGGERNAUT
And she's headed eastward
On the hard shoulder
She's heading eastward
Where the air grows colder
Contemplating
Better the devil you know
She's counting the holes in the sky
Regulation trackie
Wet with the back spray
And her signal is growing
Ever fainter
Contemplating
Across the wasteland
Counterfeit and contraband
Watching the reflections
Dreamy eyed at high tide
Tongue tied and mystified
Breathless like the wind
And the driftwood
Is coming into view
Sofa surfers
Right on cue
And the juggernaut
Thunders on
Past the backlit billboard
With promises of faster fibre
A fox appears beside her
And night
Turns into morning
Taken from LESBIAN ESPIONAGE
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 07:19 - Jan 22 with 3463 views | SparkfilmsTV |
LIGHTS
Lights flicker
In the distance
Dance on the waves
Shift in the haze
Licking the cloud line
Reflections colliding
Slipping and sliding
Across the horizon
Dust is falling
On this dimly lit boathouse
Solar radiation
Above and beyond
Flight lines drag vapour
Star transmission
Coded sequential
Unknown galaxy
Washed up on the beach
Orange mass
Pushing the screen
Sunburned planets
Frozen dream
The wind turbines
Drifting in
Then ...
Drifting out
And we are
Wary of the coastguard
Searchlights and the radar
Dressed in wet suits
Awaiting consignments
Assessing street value
SAND DUNES
You are sand dunes
Moonlit
Softly curvaceous
Little inclines
Gentle slopes
I slowly wander across
Sometimes a quiver
Sends a shiver
Miles below ground
You speak
Of your transformation
An awakening
From observer
To the observed
It seemed to happen
Overnight
Zappa stirred in his sleep
Looked up
It was 4am
Red digital
Staring back at him
From geek to goddess
From skateboard
To Audi
And now
Softly sleeping
Rhythmic breathing
For an audience
Of one
In this tree lined street
In Gidea Park
England
And so to morning
Where you rule the pathway
To Romford station
Where you buy a paper
Flick the pages
With your newly
Varnished nails
And there on page seven
Centre stage
You are smiling
After the court case
Taken from LESBIAN ESPIONAGE
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 09:14 - Jan 22 with 3457 views | SparkfilmsTV |
GHOSTS OF BERLIN
Out on the autobahn
In the kilometric rush
Through the Audi windscreen
Merkel's fields lay lush
Wir sind
Schatten in einer Tur
Wir sind
Echos in der U - Bahn
Skyscape hangs above
Enticing and inviting
Out on the horizon
Streaks of tracer lightening
Wir sind
Bremslichter auf der autobahn
Wir sind
Rucklichter auf der startbahn
We were just two girls
Driving in the night
Looking for excitement
With Berlin in our sights
Wir sind
Ein duft im windschatten
Strahlend und schimmernd
In kristallinen kadenz
All fur and red stilettoes
Drenched fragrant rainbows
As we approached
An AK forty seven cracked
Then another
People ran for cover
Shadows in a doorway
Then a flash
And our lives were over
Wir sind
Warmer atem in den luftwellen
In dieser kristallinen kadenz
Then our instant
Reincarnation
As we floated up
Above the buildings
Suddenly gifted
With supernatural powers
Radiant and shimmering
In this crystal cadence
Looking down
Through the clouds
At the blood and chaos
We saw them rising
In white cloaks
Smiling as they passed us
Holding flowers
Wir sind
Schatten in einer tur
Wir sind
Echos in der u-bahn
So now we are unworldly
Yet all powerful
GHOSTS
In our own lifetime
Influencers maybe
Our very existence
Somehow reinvented
In our very own sphere
Snug in a cotton wool bubble
Just floating about
We wave to Bowie
And he waves back
Wir sind
Schatten in einer tur
Wir sind
Echos in der U - Bahn
Wir sind
Bremslichter auf der autobahn
Wir sind
Rucklichter auf der startbahn
Wir sind
Ein duft im windschatten
Strahlend und schimmered
In dieser kristallinen kadenz
Hoping the spell checker is kind ....😊😊
Taken from LESBIAN ESPIONAGE
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 20:15 - Jan 22 with 3421 views | SparkfilmsTV |
STUDIO
We were talking
At a table
You were animated
Throwing your arms around
People looked over
We were talking
About the Bosnian gang
You had put in your trust
Four months on
And you are still sparkling
Somehow
We would be taking chances
And though you always had the answers
It was with some trepidation
That l accepted your invitation
To the basement film studio
In the outbacks of Suffolk
Especially since a serial killer
Had just murdered
One of your associates
And Merseyside Police had arrived
With their cutting edge
Vehicle surveillance technology
Your phone was a miniature media centre
Way ahead of the mainstream
With some intriguing insights
Into the Suffolk underworld
You recited the conveyer belt
Of breaking news
From your liquid crystal screen
I was finding it hard to keep up
I said you should write a book
You said that l would
When this was all over
Being a police informant
Put you in a unique position
Which in time would be my gain
And our evenings out
Were proving exciting
In the extreme
We.took a turning off the A45
Then down a track
We arrived at a dimly lit farm
We park next to a line
Of high performance cars
We descend the concrete steps
And then we meet your work friends
Two girls chained in cages
And snarling at the cameras
We watch the playbacks
On a wall of screens
We are offered coffee, vodka and pizzas
Cannabis fills the air
A cat purrs on a sofa
This is pretty much how it was. And she was right, l did write a book about it.. We also made a docu for Channel 4. Suffolk Police had a target in their sights who they were tracking. His name was Tom Stephens and Tom gave me a two hour interview in respect of this case ( Suffolk Serial Murders ) that l offered to transcript and include in the book. Tom wanted a week to think about it and when l phoned him back he had decided that it was in his best interests not to have what we discussed published.
When we released the book we met up with reviewers at the home of Steve Wright ( convicted on five counts of murder ) at his property in London Road, Ipswich. It confirmed my belief that it was highly unlikely any of the murders were carried out at that address. I was in contact with the forensic teams and they too thought it most likely the girls took their final breaths in Steve Wright's Mondeo.
This piece is likely to appear in 'Lesbian Espionage' under Sparkfilms UK copyright.
The entire production is taking the form of art worked collage. That is, if we can get to the finishing line.
Thanks for those of you who are reading this.
The most popular so far is BEDSIT BOUDOIR.
I'm sure some will not be popular at all or of much interest. [Post edited 22 Jan 20:19]
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 13:15 - Jan 30 with 3240 views | SparkfilmsTV |
BODY SHOP
I could be in your sights
While you float around this town
You are drawn by the lights
But l am strictly undercover
You have your favourite haunts
The Curzon, Costa Coffee, The Body Shop
Where you saunter unnoticed
By late summer afternoon
Then gradually as the hours unwind
You will move ever closer
Appearing behind a screen
At the life drawing class
Where you show no sign of nerves
Despite this being your debut
By nine you leave by the side door
You hang around the Thai takeaway
Then momentarily you go off radar
I await in anticipation
Then l am acutely aware of your presence
As l see your shape lurking outside
You become motionless
Biding your time
You are scanning the window
Looking for an opening
For an unscheduled rendezvous
Suddenly you are above me
Moving in circles
Faster and faster
Around my ceiling light
Taken from LESBIAN ESPIONAGE
Copyright Sparkfilms UK
In association with The Curzon, Costa Coffee and The Body Shop.
Soundtrack using AI voiceover at Sparkfilms TV YouTube
Poster on view courtesy of Sainsbury's Supermarket. [Post edited 4 Feb 7:57]
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 08:19 - Feb 4 with 3076 views | SparkfilmsTV |
We have a new recruit at Sparkfilms HQ.
'Hunter' is a nine year old Staffordshire Bull Terrier who arrived a few days ago.
He has a 'front of house' role and welcomes the occasional visitor and introduces them to his collection of battered toys.
Last night he eagerly polished off some Tesco sandwich crusts from a visitor.
He has quickly made himself at home and is getting used to Colchester having lived on the Essex coast previously. | | | |
| Tigers at Layer Road on 15:59 - Feb 4 with 3053 views | noah4x4 |
| Tigers at Layer Road on 08:19 - Feb 4 by SparkfilmsTV |
We have a new recruit at Sparkfilms HQ.
'Hunter' is a nine year old Staffordshire Bull Terrier who arrived a few days ago.
He has a 'front of house' role and welcomes the occasional visitor and introduces them to his collection of battered toys.
Last night he eagerly polished off some Tesco sandwich crusts from a visitor.
He has quickly made himself at home and is getting used to Colchester having lived on the Essex coast previously. |
Hope he likes cricket………and chasing squirrels….. |  | | |
| Tigers at Layer Road on 11:16 - Feb 5 with 3003 views | SparkfilmsTV |
Hunter has had his first visit to meet groundsman Jez at Lower Castle Park where he helped in a pre season litter pick on the cricket ground this morning.
Several items of interest discovered at the Catchpool Road end that included discarded elements from break in's to nearby properties, a piano ( child's ) and a selection of fast food and fast drink packaging hurled over the fence by locals and county lines day trippers from Hackney.
Hope all is well Phil.
A few problems in the pavillion - no running water currently and the recent brickwork flaking away and breaking up in multiple areas. [Post edited 7 Feb 18:20]
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