| Tigers at Layer Road 21:11 - Sep 23 with 52797 views | SparkfilmsTV |
In a strange twist of events l found myself in conversation with a young lady who had attended Layer Road for a match against Hull City in our first season in The Championship. The 5-1 encounter.
We were attending a promo evening for a band called The Datsuns in North London in 2008.
During the evening she explained that she had been present at a party that made the national news due to the tragic death of someone by the name of Mark Blanco.
The incident occurred in December 2006.
This incident will be shown on Channel 4 on Monday night at 22.00 in an hour long documentary and several people known to me have made contributions.
It may be of interest to some.
I am very much hoping that the police will reinvestigate the death of Mark Blanco as a result of what will be included in the content.
I know that what l was told by this young lady 15 years ago has been instrumental in the making of this documentary.
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 17:57 - Dec 8 with 400 views | SparkfilmsTV |
From 'The Erotic Cafe' - released in 1999.
PEACH
Mummy
Daddy
I want
You to buy me
A PEACH!
For my birthday
I want a
REAL ONE
Not one
From a tin
I WANT
TO FEEL ONE
I want
THE REAL THING
I want
To run my fingers
Over
The TEXTURE
Of its skin
I want to feel
It's juices
Running
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 20:28 - Dec 8 with 368 views | SparkfilmsTV |
I think it was 1976. I was at a party in Maiden Lane, Covent Garden. It was held in a design studio and there were dancers there.
Writing the 'Random Thoughts and Memories' section bought this back to me.
Being in Covent Garden a delivery of fresh flowers arrived around 2am. Nothing unusual there but a couple of the guests began to eat them.
I ended up getting into The Royal Opera House with a dancer through a side door at 3am.
I am incorporating this into a very experimental written piece that is a self project.
Maybe I'll put it up on here but it is very cynical about a certain religion and may be too controversial to post.
The intention is to blend poetics, prose, conversation and a short story that all merge in together but the reader ( and barely the writer ) can't really determine when one part begins and another one finishes.
It has dancers.
Rainbows.
The Pope
Peter Doherty on the Holloway Road.
Children in a play park.
It's quite likely no one will like it, myself included perhaps. | | | |
| Tigers at Layer Road on 13:40 - Dec 9 with 315 views | SparkfilmsTV |
Quote from the film 'Bonnie and Clyde'
'And you might be the best damn girl in Texas'.
It's moving on towards a hundred years that the following verses were written by Bonnie Parker.
From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
Is known as the Great Divide
Where the women are kin
And the men are men
And they don't 'stool' on Bonnie and Clyde
Some day they'll go down together
They'll bury them side by side
To few it'll be grief
To the law a relief
But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde was featured on BBC 2 last night.
I watched it virtually spellbound.
Gene Wilder's facial expressions in the car are the mark of a comedy genius.
The 1967 release was an epic in its day, but if anything, l like it even more all these years later.
The close up's in the opening sequence have immense visual power. | | | |
| Tigers at Layer Road on 15:41 - Dec 9 with 300 views | SparkfilmsTV |
Taken from 'THE EROTIC CAFE' - 1999
MULTI COLOURED ARMY
I saw them
An entire army
Standing patiently
In multi - coloured uniforms
On parade
In complete silence
Most facing due East
But the occasional one
Turned at a slight angle
In the morning sunlight
The generals
Looking strong
And purposeful
The infantry
Strategically placed
And ready for action
At a moment's notice
Then suddenly
A massive EXPLOSION💥
As SHE invades
The bathroom [Post edited 9 Dec 15:42]
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 16:35 - Dec 9 with 286 views | SparkfilmsTV |
About five years ago a notebook belonging to Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow that had been in the ownership of family members came up for auction.
The notebook was effectively a journal of their experiences while they were on the run.
I will key this in as written by Clyde Barrow with his spelling to keep it authentic.
Intro -
'Bonnie's Just written a poem
The Story of Bonnie and Clyde
So l will try my hand at poetry
With her riding by my side'
We donte want to hurt anney one
But we have to Steal to eat
And if it's a shoot out to live
That's the way it will have to bee
We have kidnapped some people
And tied them to a tree
But not so tight that after we
Were gone tha could not get themselves free
We are going home tomorrow
To look in on the folks
We will meet then outside Cape Vine
If the Laws donte get there first
Note to above from Clyde Barrow -
'Now that's not as good as Bonnie's.
So l guess l will call it a flop
But please God Just one moore
Visit before we are Put on the spot'
I don't call that a flop.
It's just so vivid and real. | | | |
| Tigers at Layer Road on 17:58 - Dec 9 with 271 views | SparkfilmsTV |
From IPSWICH ZERO 6
'I SAW ALL OF THIS'
We walked up
The concrete steps
To your flat
Above the estate agents
I remember
How you dropped
Your key
And your words
As l picked it up
'I'm not drunk,
Well actually
Perhaps l am
Just a little'
The babysitter
Was asleep on the sofa
And l will always
Remember
How you touched her hair
And whispered
'Night, night, Hayley'
As you pulled
The duvet
Over her shoulder
It told me
So much about you
We sat in the kitchen
You put on the television
And lit up a Rollie
Sitting there
With the window open
In the still of night
Watching
The twinkling lights
Of the container ships
A headline from a magazine
Caught my eye
Something about crystal meth
There was vodka
On your breath
And the space between us
Was closing
At 4am
I heard the pitter patter
Of tiny feet
And the softest
And most beautiful voice
That said
'Mummy'
Some angelic vision
In a white nightdress
How she stood beside you
And placed her doll
On your pillow
I saw ALL of this | | | |
| Tigers at Layer Road on 18:19 - Dec 9 with 251 views | SparkfilmsTV |
From 'IPSWICH ZERO 6'
AUTO EROTIC ASPHYXIATION
You need credit
Your hair is still wet
As l watch you walking
Into the bright lights
You must have taken me
Into your trust
As you leave
Your 'paper work'
On the seat beside me
'Read it if you want'
Which l do -
Tick boxes as well?
xxxxxxx hell,
I feel privileged
That l already knew
Your 'true identity'
I listen to the radio
A phone - in
On Auto Erotic Asphyxiation
Until a caller
From Middlesbrough
Draws their last breath
You run back
In your boots
And your jeans
And your black top
You left your coat
In the car
And that
Always makes me think
That you
Will return
Though
It is no guarantee
Several roundabouts
And about a dozen turnings later
We arrive
You are true to your word
'Turn off the xxxxxxx lights.....
I don't want them to see
Which car l came in'
You stand by a phone box
Like you said
Then l see him
In a white hooded top
You disappear for a moment
Then return
And show me the stuff
It's 3am
And we watch them
The milkman
The railway maintenance guys
The footballer
Was it him?
The nurse
We eat chocolate and crisps
And you say
'You really write about this?'
'Yeah'.
( End )
NB -
It's easy to write about when it is all happening in front of you. That's why l find Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow's written pieces so interesting.
Everything in IPSWICH ZERO 6 happened in front of me so it was just a matter of writing it up in the early hours or the next day. [Post edited 9 Dec 18:29]
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 12:03 - Dec 10 with 201 views | SparkfilmsTV |
From 'IPSWICH ZERO 6'
GUSH IN YOUR THROAT
I was feeling
Feeling tired
Of the repeat loop
When l heard the clatter
The clatter of shoes
On the steel staircase
With it's views
Of brilliant skies
And somehow
Just somehow from above
You managed
To drop a red and white can
Of smart priced baked beans
From your bag
Which was likely
To contain further evidence
Of your media student lifestyle
In a Suffolk town
With an ever growing
Crime rate
Stepping into
A blind alley
With fire blackened walls
Your profile
And perfect facial bone structure
Shot stars into the sky
We were rainbow
Basking in all
The white explosions
The gush in your throat
Clinging to the sides
All all the beautiful dreams
They turn to screams by night
Clinging to the walls
The gush in your throat
That crushes me now
Sends me shaking
To the bathroom at 4am
With it's pills and razor blades
Then it fades
A little | | | |
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 12:59 - Dec 11 with 123 views | SparkfilmsTV |
Taken from 'Blueprint for Life' ( also appeared in Graphic Poetry published by Victionary / Hong Kong ).
NW6
In Kilburn
The desert moonlight
Alluring but cruel
Entices our souls
An act that connects us
Momentarily frozen
Out very existence
We are the unborn
Tonight we recapture
In a sepia dream
Burning raw incense
A closeness so pure
Our transient spirit
Above and beyond
This urban metropolis
Where we all sold out | | | |
| Tigers at Layer Road on 13:10 - Dec 11 with 118 views | SparkfilmsTV |
Taken from 'Blueprint for Life' ( also appeared in Graphic Poetry / Victionary, Hong Kong ).
ASSASSiN
ENTER -
The sleazy soda stream princess
THAT -
Was some kind of entrance!
The non - restricted access
In navy and denim
Turn on the meter
In pulsating neon
Take the injection
And know what's coming
YOU -
You're so judgemental
And you're going NOWHERE
We can hear
Your eyes move
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| Tigers at Layer Road on 19:54 - Dec 11 with 81 views | SparkfilmsTV |
Taken from 'Ipswich Zero 6'
This is a short passage from the 'Reflections' section towards the end of the book.
It is Christmas Day, 2006...
I walked past 79 London Road, the house where the accused was living.
I know these properties to be split into flats and bedsits. It is a world where people arrive then disappear and are never seen again.
There is still a white tent outside and the scaffold and tarpaulin remain.
There are two police officers at the front of the property. One a WPC. They seem to be sharing some kind of joke.
At the back of the property l could see two other police officers.
The media have all gone. No need to tape the road off anymore. Just a few days ago there were media people here from all over the world.
Just when l was getting to the exit of this part of the zone something finally caught my eye.
In the garden of 111 London Road there were five candles burning brightly, protected from the breeze.
I wanted to knock on the door and thank those who lived there for their consideration, but it was Christmas morning and perhaps best if l did not disturb them.
I crossed Handford Road and went back to my car, passing the portable white information centre that the police had set up about ten days ago.
The door was shut.
It seemed to be unmanned.
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