Tigers at Layer Road 21:11 - Sep 23 with 40953 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. | | | | |
Tigers at Layer Road on 21:28 - Dec 11 with 4248 views | SparkfilmsTV | 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 ยฃ100,000 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. | | | |
Tigers at Layer Road on 23:04 - Dec 12 with 4175 views | SparkfilmsTV | 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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Tigers at Layer Road on 19:13 - Dec 13 with 4122 views | SparkfilmsTV | 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. | | | |
Tigers at Layer Road on 21:30 - Dec 18 with 4090 views | SparkfilmsTV | 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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Tigers at Layer Road on 14:05 - Dec 29 with 4000 views | SparkfilmsTV | 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. | | | |
Tigers at Layer Road on 17:35 - Jan 2 with 3878 views | SparkfilmsTV | 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. ๐๐. 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 ยฃ60,000. 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. ๐๐ [Post edited 6 Jan 20:51]
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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..... XX 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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Tigers at Layer Road on 22:24 - Jan 16 with 3638 views | SparkfilmsTV | 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 ยฃ100 for a taxi to get fans home safely. That was very much in spirit of the Babyshambles era. | | | |
Tigers at Layer Road on 15:39 - Jan 20 with 3583 views | SparkfilmsTV | 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. xx | | | |
Tigers at Layer Road on 21:25 - Jan 20 with 3564 views | SparkfilmsTV | SOUTHERN FREEZE ( As requested ๐๐ ). 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 Copyright Sparkfilms UK | | | |
Tigers at Layer Road on 21:55 - Jan 20 with 3563 views | SparkfilmsTV | For the production team on Sky News ( inc. presenters ๐๐ ). 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 Copyright Sparkfilms UK | | | |
Tigers at Layer Road on 22:16 - Jan 20 with 3561 views | SparkfilmsTV | 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 Copyright Sparkfilms UK | | | |
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 Copyright Sparkfilms UK [Post edited 21 Jan 13:39]
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Tigers at Layer Road on 10:52 - Jan 21 with 3534 views | SparkfilmsTV | 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 Copyright Sparkfilms UK | | | |
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 Copyright Sparkfilms UK | | | |
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 Copyright Sparkfilms UK | | | |
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 ....๐๐ Taken from LESBIAN ESPIONAGE Copyright Sparkfilms UK | | | |
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. |
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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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