August 2007

On With The Book

My friend D. came over this afternoon as I was having a slight problem with the computer. Nothing serious, and he soon sorted it out. I’m not very good on the technical side of computers (although I’m certainly getting the hang of doing my blog!) But then, I only mainly use mine for my writing. In fact, that side of it is almost a blessing thinking back to the days of old electric typewriters and their limitations.

When he’d gone a little later, there was a telephone call from an elderly gentleman who invited me over to his home to discuss an upsetting letter he’d received. He said that the letter contained apparent email quotes by a ‘lovely lady’ (about himself) and he couldn’t really believe that these were genuine as he’d previously met her. So I’m going over to see him.

Another warm day, today. Good! I really love the heat. Its only the cold – rather ice and snow – that really affects me. Can’t walk so easily in those conditions. Still, winter and the cold is still some way off. So just making the best of the summer.

Later, made the usual replies to things, then returned to my new book. I’ve been working on this for the best part of a year now, and I hope it will really ‘blow the lid off’ when it comes to (as it has done) bringing things ‘up to present’.

Quite enjoying it really, as much of the documentation is already to hand. Don’t have to wait days or weeks for research material from libraries, when I have it all first hand in the form of letters, photographs and a mass of other material copied from the Net. Speaking as an author, that certainly makes things considerably easier! Well, having said that, its not THAT easy! Can you image having to sift through hundreds upon hundreds of copied Internet documentation; and that’s not to mention private letters and other correspondence relating to the subject?

But its slightly easier tonight and Gareth changed his usual Friday evening. More wine for me!






Sorry Folks, Technical Error!

Sorry everyone! A technical hitch.

No. I mustn’t make excuses but take the blame in full.

When I was editing a post earlier (one of my own), I accidentally pressed some wrong button which made the last three posts “closed for comments”. They are not at all, of course, and this was completely my fault. So post away if you want.

Well, I guess you learn from Life through experience, and this is no exception!


Just Me

A friend telephoned me last night and mentioned in passing that he’d been following my postings here.  He apparently liked them and told me to ‘keep going’ and he explained that there were many other people besides himself who would be interested in the ‘real David Farrant’ as opposed to the subjects of my books about ‘ghosts’ and the paranormal. (Actually, I like to think that in my books and other writings, I give equal important to the subjects of Life and mysticism – but I think this is what he also meant).

Well, I’m not too sure about that! When people say they would usually like to know about the ‘real me’, this usually means that they want me to explain things in the public domain. In other words, make statements or answer questions about things that have been SAID about me, which is, of course, an entirely different thing.

No. I am afraid this blog, my blog, is not what this is all about.

Quite frankly, I do not care one iota about peoples’ feelings on the paranormal or my part in many paranormal investigations; some people will think what they want anyway without needing any help from myself here. Neither do I really need to make people aware of myself as a person (as he put it); I really don’t care. And there is no need.

All I am doing, is ‘scribbling down’ a few of my thoughts about Life here, and I have done so by basing these on personal everyday experiences; otherwise what I say would mean little, almost nothing.

Nobody is forced to read it, or reply. Indeed, often there is nothing to reply to – but that’s just the way I wanted it! I don’t mean that anyone should be excluded from sharing my thoughts and observations; only that I did not intend this to offer a platform for some trying to draw me into ‘other subjects’.

To those, I can only say, this is really a ‘non-starter’. You won’t find any ‘News of the World’ revelations here, only plain old me in the real world!

Which is really what this is all about.


Should I? Or Shouldn’t I?

Over-slept a little today, but still managed to get up by midday just in time to pick my mail from the post office collection centre which closed at 12. 30. (That’s not as bad as it sounds, because I didn’t get to bed before 5 a.m.). Nothing too special in the mail. Just the usual book orders and some reduced tickets for a “Circus of Horrors” event for the benefit of Society members. To be honest, I just threw these away The glossy flyers were enough to put you off. I mean, who’s really interested in watching humans putting needles through themselves or enduring other unusual contortions? I suppose some people must be, or they wouldn’t spend money on all the advertising.

One letter from Australia from my ‘ex’ which had taken over 2 weeks to arrive, but that was just about personal things which I wouldn’t share here. But she seems fairly happy over there, and has her own house now. Wish I could be there in a funny sort of way (I have had an ‘invite’) if nothing else for the climate. And I also wish sometimes, I could just get away from all the commitments in London.

Arriving home, I found that the other delivery had since arrived. Another interesting letter amongst them; from a lady I had lost contact with for some time. She said she had seen my name on the Internet and had been prompted into writing. It had a new telephone number on it, so I might just phone her later. I just don’t know. Really there are other official telephone calls which should be dealt with first, so domestic one’s should really come later. But I do prefer to use the phone if possible; its so much easier than writing emails.

Another letter was to the ‘legal occupier’. It was from the Council, and do you believe it?, they were still going on about the blessed fence! I just couldn’t believe how trivial some people could be. Its not even as if it had ‘collapsed’ and people couldn’t walk down the pavement! I threw that on the floor roughly opened, and left it there, just in case that little official came back again.

I had just snatched some tea, when the phone went. Nothing really important, just some query call from a bookshop in Kent enquiring about the availability of a book ‘Yes’, it was still available they were told; it would be sent with an invoice and they could pay afterwards. What had confused them was the unavailability of the previous edition, and they had not received notification of the later revised edition.

I was not really worried because all the books sell regularly, but now and again I have to deal with orders myself. Its just a little more work, but I knew I couldn’t really complain about that.

Had a free couple of hours, so I decided to clean up the kitchen a bit. Somehow, I wish I’d never started as one untidy patch led to another.

My thoughts returned to the possibility of employing a girl (yes. it would have to be a female!) a few hours a week to help keep the place clean – or ‘cleanish’. Strictly business, of course. And just relieve me of such mundane tasks.

Suppose I could always get married again. But the latter option seemed a lot cheaper!




Lets Talk About Living

I must confess I’m very surprised at the amount of people reading this blog; especially as I’m not really saying anything – at least, which I really considered to be of any great importance. My emails have significantly increased and I’ve met a lot of new people. Unfortunately, I cannot cater for some of the suggestions; a main one that I bring paranormal BPOS investigations to the fore; discuss particular cases and yes, you’ve guessed it, the ‘Highgate Vampire’! But no. I am sorry everyone, I am not prepared to do that. I have a Forum board for that purpose and don’t really want those discussion to ‘overlap’ here.

This blog IS a forum, admittedly, but only a ‘forum’ in that I am using it to express my thoughts and feelings; and quite honestly. I really have no idea what I’m going to say from one minute to the next! I really don’t know what I’m going to say tomorrow just as I had no idea what I was going to write today. All I can say in relation to this post was that the emails prompted it, but that’s all.

But in regard to these, I really wish some of you people would get involved here. Put up some comments or ask questions . . . But remember, when it comes to the silly Highgate ‘vampire’ (‘silly’ in the sense of the fictional one that was invented!) or recent personal relationships, The Governor is WATCHING YOU!!! Don’t worry, I am not ‘suppressing’ the Highgate ‘vampire’, and I am fully aware that I am one of the few people qualified to talk about it! I am just saying that I would prefer not to clutter this blog up with all the nonsense about ‘vampires’ that surrounds the official case For people really interested in this, you can go to my forum board. Or just type in David Farrant + The Highgate Vampire on Google or any other major search engine and you can get all the information you want! But not here please.

For God’s sake! There are plenty more other issues, so lets ‘bury’ the Highgate ‘vampire’ here (and all its associations) where it really belongs . . . in the pages of history! That does not mean that I do not want genuine discussion here. I do. And I will get around to answering all the emails. Lets discuss Life if you want to. That covers most other things1

Sorry to sound a little ‘stern’ today everyone, but I just don’t want ‘vampires’ to spill over onto these pages. Its not asking a lot!

David Farrant


Take a Break

I decided to go out for a while at lunchtime. I needed a couple of things from town and I thought I could relax a little in the Woods. It was a beautiful day today, the only thing that spoiled it was, it’s a Bank Holiday  In the Woods there were a lot of people about, but not if you know where to go.

Sitting on a secluded bench, there was a ‘cool heat’ and a smell of almost unworldly freshness, and the noise of dirty traffic and chattering people seemed an eternity away.

Its strange how the mind is so often distracted – trapped – by material things. Sometimes only quiet solitude can help awareness of this, and provide a temporary escape from the monotonous droning.

It was almost blissful just sitting there aware that all material commitments had temporary faded into oblivion. I was still aware of them, of course, but they had certainly lost their immediate potency.

At one stage I idly wondered what the time was. I never wear a watch – although I have one – and very rarely have any precise sense of time. Now, I realised it was sometime between 1.o’clock and 3. but that was mainly because I’d noticed the Church clock on my way to the Woods. I knew it wasn’t as late as 3 – you could tell that by the sun – so I guessed it was somewhere around 2 o’clock.. I knew it didn’t matter anyway, I could just go home when I wanted.

When I eventually left the woods, it was after 3, and a woman approached me.

“Can you spare a cigarette”, she asked almost pleadingly. She had obviously seen me smoking, so I gave her one from the packet.

“Do you want a light”, I asked, noticing she was just holding the cigarette limply in a fallen hand. She didn’t answer but silently nodded her head. I lit the cigarette.

“God bless you”, she mumbled quietly, then she just walked away quietly.

I had never seen her before but I guessed she was from the mental hospital just around the corner.

For some reason I am always being approached by some patients, even when I’m not smoking!

Maybe its just the way I look, I don’t know. But its not because they recognise me in any way which is why some other people approach me. Those people I do mind (unless they happen to be friends), but never the hospital patients.

It was quieter than normal back indoors, but that was still due to the Holiday.


Sad Memory

I was thinking about something earlier prompted by something I had saved on my computer last year. I came across it by virtual accident looking for something else (which I still haven’t found!), and it bought back a rather sad memory. It was some memoirs that a friend (yes, all right, it was another girl!) was dictating whereby she intended to put all her experiences in Wicca, Paganism and spiritualism, including her experiences with other people (and myself) into a book.

I wasn’t too happy, as she’d included the dreaded words ‘Highgate Vampire’  in the title, and I thought this might distract from what she was trying to say. Still, I hadn’t said anything as I thought I could get her to change it later. In fact, this was really how I found it. Not looking for that, but for something else I’d written about the Highgate ‘vampire’ case.

I‘m not going to repeat any of the passages here, or even summarise their content. That wouldn’t be right as these involved her personal involvements and feelings. But I was struck by the sincerity of these thoughts and the dedicated manner in which she’d set out her project.

It was only afterwards that I was directed to some other posts on the Internet by the same person; about myself, and about the same book. It is still there for all to see, but this time her posts are brimming with almost undisguised bitterness and malice; and I am named in full, as if she is almost ‘proud’ of the anger. I am just going to leave it  There is no need to do anything when she is outwardly contradicting her own statements by virtue of the malice shown.

Strange how human beings can be sometimes . . .


It wasn’t meant to be funny!

Well, its Sunday again but I’m not going to mention religion again – at least, not at the moment.

As some people know my friend Gareth posted here on Friday. Gareth regularly comes over on Fridays and we discuss a mutual interest in the paranormal and things esoteric. He does not have access to a computer (his own anyway) but he likes to keep up to date with my main Websites and Forum boards. I let him read my blog here and he became absorbed in it. But suddenly he burst out laughing and I had to ask him what he found so funny. I turned out to be my post about the ‘lost knickers’, and I had to tell him it wasn’t intended to be funny. In fact, it wasn’t. I was just recounting what had happened, that’s all.

But it prompted him to ask all sorts of questions about Muriel . . . How was she involved in things psychic? How had I met her and when? How old was she? What did she look like? Was she just a casual girlfriend? Or was it something more? Etc. etc.

Well, he is my friend, but I didn’t tell him much, mainly because it was all in the past, and there was no need to. Apart from this, I didn’t want the affair recorded for anymore he was writing about myself. There had to be some limits on my private life (at least, that side of it) and he was no exception.

But I did show him an old photograph I had of her back from 1989. She had just come out of the shower and, perhaps appropriately, was dressed only in her knickers!

Well, he had liked my account about that.  All I did was to confirm it!



Highgate – The Lost Days

Had a telephone call earlier from some free lance journalist who wanted me to talk about the Highgate ‘vampire’. He was a bit surprised (well, ‘disappointed’ really) when I told him I did not accept the existence of vampires in their literal sense but that there were very real psychic entities that took on ‘vampire-like characteristics. I won’t discuss the conversation anymore here as I am anxious to keep that subject off my blog; but it did set him thinking about my last sole visit to Highgate Cemetery – where a notorious ‘vampire’ was once said to lurk

It was 2001 or so, and I had cause to pass through Highgate Village on my way to The Highgate Bookshop., and I couldn’t help noticing that that it was virtually unchanged in appearance since I had frequented it many years ago. The pubs were all the same, at least, from the outside anyway (although I never went inside any) and the old Georgian buildings and shops had changed little, if not very much.

I had walked up the steep hill from where I lived – about a quarter of a mile away – and was ‘catching my breath’ in the Village itself.

The bookshop was all downhill now, so it was not so much of a task.

Finishing in there, I decided to walk back to the Village back up Swains Lane; that dreaded ‘haunted lane’ that ran alongside Highgate Cemetery and where I was first reported as seeing a ‘vampire’. All nonsense, of course. I had seen ‘something’ there outside the top gate of the cemetery back in late 1969, but this was just some unexplained apparition (the same as had apparently been reported by many local people) but it certainly was not a ‘vampire’. Certain other people might have maintained that it must have been a ‘vampire’, but I always disputed such claims saying that it was just another unexplained phenomenon or ‘ghost’.

Half way up the lane, I stopped for a cigarette on the dangerously narrow pavement. It was much steeper than I had remembered it, and the 15 foot walls on either side almost seemed to ’entrap’ you. Not that much traffic at that time in the afternoon, but in the rush-hour it was almost lethal; people used it as a ’short-cut’ to escape Highgate Hill which was behind me at the other side of Waterloo Park.

A funny memory was prompted as I stood looking down the lane.

In 1999 an American film crew making a documentary on the Highgate Vampire had used Swains Lane as a ‘location shot’. It was late afternoon and dark and they had wanted a ‘take’ of myself walking down the lane alongside the wall. The timing happened to fall right in the middle of the rush hour. The takes had to be done over and over again due to the speeding traffic, and as there was no protection in the darkened lane, I had to keep crossing over to the ‘Park side’ every time I saw car lights coming. In the end, I’d had enough, and told them they’d just have to make do with one of the ‘takes’ they’d got. It was really dangerous and there was a real chance of being accidently hit by some speeding car (and I didn’t even have an injured foot then!).

Finally, I reached the top gate. It hadn’t changed much since I did the TV filming outside it way back in March 1970, except that at some stage, they had widened the small ’walk-way’ in front of it.

It was here that I’d seen that mysterious black apparition in late December 1969, I had gone to the cemetery one night in an attempt to find some logical explanation for the reports of other local sightings, but I had certainly never expected to witness THAT! ’It’ had suddenly disappeared after several seconds but had led me to instigate the original Highgate investigation It had also led to the TV filming and the apparition being dubbed as ‘David Farrant’s ghost’ – a title it retained for some time in the local press and in other local circles.

There was no trace of it this time. And there was hardly any traffic.

Anyway, the worst of the walk was over, but there was still some way to go.

I was not often in Highgate Village so I decided to take a break in the Flask., a quaint old coaching pub where there had also been reports of a ghost I had often wondered if it had been the same one. This is always a burning question that arises during the course of psychic investigations, but these are not thoughts that I want to pursue here . . .



Lost Days?

Strange experience today; well, not so much ‘strange’ but one of those that sticks in your mind.

Walking around the clustered streets (slowly), I passed a girl who I had long since thought had left the area. Our eyes quickly met in passing; but it wasn’t a casual look, but one of silent recognition. She smiled and was gone; but then the old feelings came flooding back as if re-vitalised by the brief meeting.

She had worked in a bank in Muswell Hill a few years before, and I had continually made a point of going in there as an excuse to see her. My visits were often unnecessary (and I think she realised this) although I always had no other ‘excuse’ but to pay in money. Usually it was only five pounds, but sometimes I used to do this every day and she must have wondered why I didn’t just pay in just twenty five pounds on one day in the week all at once!

But the point is, I only visited that particular bank as an excuse to see her. She was very shy, and it took me a few weeks to find the courage to ask her name. But I was fascinated by her gentle shyness; indeed, this only added to my attraction for her. She was only young and exceptionally ‘plain‘(in the sense she didn’t decorate herself with make up), but so very beautiful. Not just physical beauty (that doesn’t really matter), but also an inward one which was the main part of the attraction.

I thought about her often over two years or so, but her memory had slowly (very slowly) died after she suddenly left the bank.

And now I had suddenly seen her again, and this started up the old thoughts. Kind of distracting in the midst of so much other turmoil. Yet in a funny sort of way, a sort of ‘invigorating distraction’.

I was thinking about this again earlier. Just what IS it that attracts one human being to another? It is a feeling that is ’there’, obviously, but what is it that actually brings this feeling into being? I have a pretty good idea on this, but I’m not going to answer my own question here.

In her case (as applied to myself) I sensed she was just as much a part of this feeling as I was.

In my case, I can only say that the feeling was not sexual (well, all right, that feeling was there but it was only secondary, very secondary), but more motivated by an ’unsought attraction’ – albeit that this developed by itself shortly afterwards.

Then all of a sudden, she was lost in the crowds. Wish I was more extrovert sometimes, as I might have made an effort to stop her. Well, there’s always tomorrow . . . Maybe.