As Della has just pointed out in her latest Blog, http://dellafarrant.org we have just heard – rather re-heard – from several old friends recently. There was Kenny, my old friend from the sixties and whom I mentioned in the 2nd Volume of my autobiography, but who we have not seen since since last September. He is due to visit here again in the next couple of weeks.
Then there was Rob Mile; commonly known as Le Comte, but in reality a mad sasassenach from Scotland (which was originally part of the UK, lest we forget)) who is threatening to invade our flat and get us all plastered on Scotch whiskey.
But equally importantly, last week we had another welcome visitor; our old friend Kev Chesham who had just got a two week break in the UK from his triathlon coaching in Southern Spain and Dubai. We had not seen him since last August when he visited and he kindly gave us a filmed interview about his new book, putting across the truth about such ‘scandals’ as ‘Basildongate’, damsels in distress at local swimming pools in his role as a lifeguard; his infiltration of a secret 3rd Reich group in England and subsequent findings which have filled his new book; and much, much else, besides.
Kev has just been instrumental in launching his own Blog in which he says he has yet to reveal more about some ‘bonky individuals’ who all fit into the story. The link to his new Blog is below and should interest many who have followed the Highgate vampire case with which he came to be so inadvertently involved.
So please tune in everyone. There is yet much more yet to come. This is only the beginning!
There seems to have been a lot of speculation recently regarding a French TV film I made back in 1985.
All of sudden (at least according to one misguided individual) my companion in the film has metamorphosised into Jean-Paul Bourre’s girlfriend Sophie; and Jean-Paul Bourre himself has lost a foot in stature and had an inexplicable and unprecedented attack of camera shyness – and chosen to wear a mask which not only obscures his face but his entire flowing mane of black hair! One only needs to compare published photographs of the woman who is really taking part in the filming (who was undisputedly known to said individual) to realise that Sophie did not have plastic surgery between 1981 and 1985 when the photograph was taken. But this is only the beginning, because if we go on to take other posts by this same person at all seriously, we are led to believe that a recent Valentine’s Day photograph showing myself and Della, is also a similar ‘optical illusion’. Here this same person is publicly stating that Della is not herself (solely because her silky hair has fallen over her face – regardless of it being of an entirely different colour!) In fact, this person has attributed to her the identity of a friend of mine called Christine, who was not even present when this private photograph was taken.
I don’t know! Call it senile dementia if you like, but I really feel that the person making these public allegations is in need of some serious mental counselling.
How people can even believe these sordid speculations is somewhat beyond me. Why a happy newlywed (married to someone entirely separate from myself) would pose for such photos – before and after her marriage – makes no sense at all. What does make sense is a happy newlywed posing for photos with her real husband but obscuring her face to avoid exactly the sort of sinister – actually, criminal – stalking behaviours I am referring to. Such allegations are only believed by a minute handful of people, and are repeated by some with no more intelligence than to believe such ‘fairytale speculations’. (sorry Sister Babs, nothing personally intended, but perhaps you should go back to believing in your fantasies about the ghost of Robin Hood and Red Roger, as you seem better equipped to deal with these than real life situations!)
If people really cannot distinguish between the sensationalist plots in their favourite soap operas, and the real lives of others, then there really is not much hope for them in embracing any cognisance of reality. But I suppose it gives them something to fill their lonely hours between walking their dogs, trawling the net and waiting for yet another episode of Emmerdale. Each to their own, I suppose!
But, as (as opposed to what some deluded people would have it believed) I am a happily married man, I better sign off and go to bed!
For now everyone,
Oh, Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone, lest we forget. I wasn’t allowed to!
David (and Della)
P.S. Don’t tell Della’s ‘real’ husband, anybody!
Still very busy, engrossed in commissioned articles, film projects and interviews, and God knows what else, but at least it’s a little warmer now, which seems to supply a little more energy and avert the task of having to get out of bed.
The American film based on the Comic Book is now all but complete. It has been made according to some of the storylines making up the Comics, with real actors improvising for some parts while other roles are brought to life through CGI and animation. My friend Gareth has been given a role in it (and myself of course); Yorkshire lasses and aliens are included together with a self-styled primate and the return of ‘Cousin Hoggy’, Down Under warthog who escapes from his native billabong in a desperate bid to find historical Victorian sources in the UK, and thus fulfil his ambition to become a writer of acclaimed esteem. I have been sent some of the rushes, and all I can say is the whole thing is outrageously funny! Hopefully the film will be released before the end of the year, and I’ll certainly keep you up to date on its news and progress.
As well as this, I had a visit from my old friend Kev last week, but he only had a short vacation this time as he had to return to Spain for some important racing events. As well as his work in Torromolinos, Kev has also been branching out with his Boscombe based boss into some pretty high profile work in Abu Dhabi and Dubai, where he is under training contracts. He was surprised at the cold over here, as he has got used to wearing nothing but shorts and vests due to the soaring temperatures on his exotic travels. He was less surprised, however, when his boss abroad drew his attention to some apparent hateblog that was engineered to damage his professional reputation. I say less surprised, as this is quite a regular hobby for the person who created the hateblog in question. However when Kev saw it for himself he and his boss, as he put it, ‘fell off [their] chairs laughing’. Kev was nonetheless none too pleased as he felt the originator of this material had created it in all seriousness, without intending that the whole thing, including its creator, could be viewed as a ‘joke’.
Kev will be returning to the UK for 15 days in the Summer, and is looking forward to catching up with his friends in England again, and distance running along some of his old routes when he stays with his boss in Boscombe. This is likely to be around June or July. But in the meantime gave me some rather interesting information about how he had first met the person in question. In fact this was in the early 1970s, when Kev actually got the same person a job as a lifeguard at a swimming pool in Hornsey, North London, after he had just been sacked from his job as a milkman. This turned out to be an embarrassing move for Kev, as the person he had helped ended up making himself very unpopular with his new colleagues. Indeed, he even earned himself the staffroom nickname of ‘Adolf the Merchant Banker’ due to his incessant praise for Adolf Hitler! Other names came into his mix of memories, some of which were familiar to myself, and also brought back old memories, which when jogged, somehow seemed as accessible as a tape recording but which had completely lost their relevance over time. Sometimes it seems that life has a way of just dropping things into place by itself, for what Kev said had more than a few echoes of some unexpected communications, received by Della and myself in just the last week (the mind truly boggins – sorry, mean’t boggles!).
Anyway, meeting Kev before too long now, when he will no doubt bring me up to date.
On another matter, I have just released part 1 of my filmed Talk for Atlantis Bookshop, at the Devereux pub on Jan 4th this year. Sorry for the delay, but here is the link, hope you enjoy!
For the moment,
As there has been so much interest shown in my two articles on the Ancient Ram Inn, published on my Blog in Feb / Mar 2010, I have decided to release these on my comparatively new Blog http://thebritishpsychicandoccultsociety.blogspot.com with some previously unpublished photos taken during the 1998 and 2002 investigations. Enjoy, everyone!
I will write my latest Blog here a little later (maybe even tonight) with all the latest news. All interesting stuff I assure you; especially as I have some more news from the film company on the Comic Book release, and have today heard from my old friend Kev Chesham, who has been competing in triathlons in Spain, Abu Dhabi and even Dubai. So watch this space!
People do send some strange emails sometimes. Generally, such correspondence just concerns queries about Society membership, or to give me some sort of information on ‘ghosts’ or paranormal activity (frequently personal experiences that have happened to the writers themselves); but now and again one will come through that asks for more personal information about myself; and this morning was no exception. It came from a person I know (of) who lives in the far-flung area of South East Australia (of all places!), and was asking me how many articles I had written for Penthouse magazine. Not, ‘have you ever written’ for that magazine but how many times, as if this was some kind of foregone conclusion! Naturally, I have not answered. Reason? The person didn’t tell me why he wanted to know, and if could not be ‘up front’ with me at the onset, well, he could hardly expect an unconditional answer!
For the record – but certainly not for his particular benefit – I have written for many magazines in the past, or given interviews if, or when, they came to visit me. Depending on the type of magazine, would usually determine the subject matter. That’s only common sense, but it does not mean I would give interviews on any alien subject matters. For example, I am not in the least bit interested in politics or ‘gossip magazines’ (and the same applies to other periodicals, such as newspapers), and it stands to reason that knowing this beforehand, few of such publications have ever approached me (or have been given ‘short thrift’ on the telephone).
So why his sudden interest in Penthouse magazine, I had to ask myself? Especially after he had gone on to describe the magazine’s format as a ‘wanking magazine’. (His words, not my own!). Obviously his personal interests went far beyond his query. How come he knows so much about it otherwise!? A subconscious reflection of his own guilt perhaps?
So I’m afraid that particular email had to go on the ‘crank file’.
For the more serious reader, the subject of my interviews and Talks is invariably the paranormal. Well, I have never tried to deny that. Nor would I if people would just ask me properly!
Spent a quiet few days with Della over the weekend, or rather evenings. She’s been a little busy at work and the spare time she’s had during the day, has been occupied by her desire to buy a new house in North London. Knightsbridge was a little uneconomical distance wise even though she was renting out her apartment. But she’s had a good offer for that now which she is 99 percent aligned to accepting. So with one thing and another, its all been a little hectic.
But not quite so much in the evenings. Obviously because most ‘nine to five’ businesses are closed then, so relaxing comes a little easier. Certainly makes a few glasses of wine seem more appreciated!
Surely, that’s what really matters!