Flops' Friday mini blog

I've started putting a few tales together, imo what I've been up to is nothing special, I'm sure everybody could relate some interesting tales - and they should.

But let me run this one by you, one tale of many, boring or not boring?

Here we go:

Here’s a tale of how a guy, a guy with an ego, doesn’t always see things pan out the way he planned. 1970, I’m working as a reporter on the local newspaper and they have a deal with a local car hire company cos the newspaper boss owns it and I can get cheaper rates.

I’ve met two ladies, both a bit posh, private houses in Orpington, when nearly everybody I know was raised on a council estate. We have arranged to visit Hastings on a Thursday evening in Spring, meeting two of my friends, Bob & Phil, at a pub named the Pump House. The girls’ names are Penny and Alison. We call Penny ‘Lady P’ cos she looks a little like Lady Penelope from Thunderbirds. And she’s gorgeous.

So, around 18:30 I pick up a very new Austin Cambridge from the car hire firm which is based in the garage near Cobb’s corner in Sydenham. I drive to Orpington and pick up Alison and Penny and start driving to Hastings. We talk.

‘Nice car Tony, you had it long?’ asks Alison. ‘Just a little while’ I reply. ‘Doesn’t seem like the kind of car you’d pick Tony, but it’s nice’ Penny said.

We drive and about halfway to Hastings I reach a long stretch of dual carriageway and open the car up. The car drives so smooth I don’t realise I’m still in third gear and I’m hitting speeds up to 85mph.

This doesn’t agree with the car. The engine is running at such a high rev the vibration shakes loose the nut on the alternator tensioning bolt and we break down. Embarrassing.

Luckily for me the car’s breakdown kit had a few spanners and I’m able to re-tension/remount the alternator and off we go, carrying on our journey. We arrive in Hastings and I park outside the Pump House. In 1970 you could park more or less wherever you wanted to, you could even park on London Bridge, which definitely seems weird now.

The three of us go into the pub, we spot Phil & Bob, smiles all round, drinks are ordered, it’s good. The first thing Phil says to me, in full earshot of the ladies, is ‘So how’s the hired car then Tony?’

Ever wanted the ground to open up under you? Serves me right for telling porkies I suppose. The girls, to their credit, don’t laugh out loud or berate me, they just look mildly amused.

We all have a nice evening, drinks consumed, then head back to the caravan that Phil’s parents own at Combe Haven Caravan Park. It’s a big caravan, two double bedrooms at each end and a big living area in the middle.

Fast forward to around 1.30am and there I am, alone, sitting in the caravan’s middle area, drinking a bottle of wine. Considering the circumstances I am so glad there was a bottle of wine in the fridge, I needed it.

From one end of the caravan I can can hear heavy breathing and detect a rocking motion and from the other end of the caravan I can hear even louder squeals and detect more rocking.

I think ‘Where did I go wrong?’ But, then I started laughing to myself, that’s just the way it goes sometimes. Hey, I was only nineteen, not as if I was going short, but sometimes, sometimes, things don’t go the way you expect.

I lost touch with Alison but stayed in touch with lady P for about the next four years, I liked her, we were friends though never an item, much to my dismay.

We all went to see Pink Floyd at Earls Court in ’73, that was a magical evening.

Lady P ended up living in a posh flat in Maida Vale, it was a block of 8 flats in a detached building, Penny had the front ground floor flat. At the time I was driving a Transit van for a living delivering smoked salmon to restaurants and places of distinction around London, one of the smoked salmon customers was The Royal Opera House.

I used to visit Penny in my van on my travels, quite often, we got on famously, good friends, sometimes we’d go for a drink, but never any nooky took place. Didn’t matter, I was getting enough elsewhere and I liked her.

It was only some years later that it occurred to me that a girl living in Maida Vale in a property probably way beyond her budget was probably doing something else to supplement her income, Maida Vale is also the favoured dwelling location of rich arabs. I’ll leave you to gather your own conclusions.

I’d like to think that wasn’t the case but I’ll never know. Lady P and myself lost touch, we do that, don’t we? Lose touch. I heard later through the grapevine she’d died of cancer in her late twenties, but I don’t know.

Just another of life’s stories I guess.


Relevant pix:

This is Bob and Phil coming out of the caravan the morning after, the girls are walking together in front of me:

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Alison:

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Penelope:

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That made me chuckle Mr Flopp's...:D

I like these little dittys of yours :nod:

My Bob and phil do look pleased with themselves :lol:
 
Your tale made enjoyable and entertaining reading over our (somewhat late) breakfast coffee.

For those of us who lived through those times, you're able to conjour memories of what life was like back then. For younger peeps, it's a glimpse of social history, viewed through your eyes and experiences. It's really not that long ago, but the world is now a totally different place, compared to then.

I often read the autobiographies and memoirs written by so-called "ordinary" people. But they're often the best, imho.

Go for it Flopps. You've got plenty of material. :thumb:

Nice pics btw. But aww... you didn't mention the dog (top photo) :D
 
The dog was an Afghan hound imaginatively named 'Zeppelin'. There must have been a million dogs with that name at the time. Either that or Bilbo Baggins (bloody hippy dog owners :lol: ).

Afghans are not the brightest of creatures on this earth but it sure helped making introductions to the ladies ;)
 
flopps, i am surprised u are not yet published,,; your tales are great,, : )
 
Been a while since I waffled into the ether so I thought I’d tap out a few consonants and vowels…. Came out of Asdas having had a full stand up argument with the self-checkout machine, did you know those things spark and smoke when you kick them? Young black guy acting as hip as he could possibly manage living in Charlton shook a plastic container at me, looked me square in the eye and said ‘Help the Aged?’ I replied ‘You may as well cut out the middle man mate, just give that container to me’.

He looked a little stymied, paused a full two seconds and came back with ‘You don’t look like you need help mate’. I said ‘Looks is deceiving’ and bid him a fond farewell and wished him luck in his chosen profession.

It occurred to me that one of the latest would-be terrorists who got sent down, who was sporting a big beard and a long white nightie, gathered his funds on the streets of Birmingham collecting ‘for charity’ only to spend his ill gotten gains on a pallet full of fertiliser, some hook up cable, a 12 volt battery and a few relays with the intention of blowing infidels like me to kingdom come and back again.

Which is just one of the reasons that the only charity I donate to is cancer research and then only to trusted collection sources.

I have commented on my latest games shenanigans in another thread, suffice to say I’ve gone a bit retro and could do with a new kickass game, thinking about getting the just-released Dishonored add-on ‘The Knife Of Dunwal’ but not sure.

I have no work on atm but Spring is here and I’m loving it to be quite honest, I’ve been messing on me patio, plants, woodwork, all kinds of stuff, I really have too much going on right now, building a turntable, turntable plinth, valve phono stage, source switcher, plus I gotta bug spray the plants, rebuild some plant stand and pot holders, ooooh, I’m just a busy busy bee :D

Talking of which, whilst I was slapping green wood preserver on a plant stand (actually an in-bed breakfast table I saved from a skip and added some wood struts to) a HUGE bumble bee settled beside me for a rest, plainly knackered.

He ignored me, I ignored him, he rested, I got busy with a paint brush. I thought I’d go get him some honey in case he needed energy but when I came back with the squeezy bottle of Gales he’d gone. Oh well, glad to see Mr Bumble Bee had some energy, it is Spring time after all.

It was me birfday last week (also Mucks and V_R’s too, we wuz all born kinda close together, year-time wise) and I turned 62 years old. Scary. My 3 offspring visited, we went walkabout in Oxleas Wood and in the evening to the pub and saw a band. Twas good.

Still buying cheap vinyl, I got an old copy of Stravinsky’s Rites Of Spring as recommended by Becks, this one cost a bit more than usual, three quid, cos it was sixties, mono, and one of the last performances by some respected conductor or other, I will post some pix of it. I’ve only played it once, superb recording (have I posted this before? Blame it on senility if I have ;) ) but to me it just sounds like a whole lot of nothing. Am I missing the plot? Will have to listen a few times more before passing final judgement.

Right now listening on headphones via Valve headphone amp and Sennheiser headphones to Wishbone Ash’s ‘Pilgrimage’ Yay! Old fartie stuff for sure but that’s my stuff, ya know?

Medical stuff. Tomorrow (the 17th) I should have had a checkup with an oncologist at Guys & St Thomas’ Hospital but I have heard nothing. This is becoming common place. I asked my GP about this and if it was common. He said ‘All the time now, I’m afraid, cutbacks, politics, the only way you’ll get an appointment is to hassle them.

So, 2 stops on train (Freedom pass, freebie, lol) and I will wave last appointment letter at them and tell them they’ve ****** up again and demand an appointment.

GP also recently cut a small lump out of my right thigh. It had been there at least ten years, very small, got itchy sometimes, but eventually it annoyed me so much I asked for it to be cut out. So my GP did. Local anaesthetic, 2 jabs, but I still felt it. Lump was about 2mm dia, crater from removal is about 12mm, was painful for a while but no longer, huge scab. You really wanted to know that eh folks? :D

If my comments about would be terrorists dress sense and beard-favouring offended you, I’m sorry, but it is el facto that it is preferred uniform for Islam extremists. Not your common and garden Muslim I hasten to add, just those idiots/nutters/nasty persons who hijack something that is basically good to further their own evil ends.

I thought I best be clear on that.

This wine’s good, M & S cheapo Italian white, better than other wines costing a whole lot more, gotta say.

El Flops, signing off for now, and here’s hoping for an incident free London Marathon this weekend.
 
I'm impressed you found the Rite of Spring! I'm glad you got yourself a good recording too. It is a bit heavy isn't it?! For me, my first encounter with it was through Fantasia, and now whenever I listen to it the music paints a prehistoric picture in my mind :)
 
Glad to see your digits back in action on the blog-front Sir Flopps, I enjoy a good read with the first coffee of the day :thumb:

Sad to say, we too, have become wary of the can-shakers; and to those, you can also add the plastic-bag brigade. Don't know if it happens in your area, but here, plastic bags land on our doormat, at the rate of one or two per week. One is requested to fill the aforementioned bags with "good quality" clothing, ready for the collector's next visit. The charities these purport to represent, range from various heart/cancer organisations, to obscure children's charities. Some might even be genuine... but as we all know, some naughty folk are also getting in on the act. Some have been caught and prosecuted, but still it goes on. So, like yourself, we make our donations direct to trusted sources.

Aww... hope you will get your appointment sorted, good luck with that. :nod: Also hope your leg will heal quickly.

I'm glad your friendly bee was able to take off again after his rest. I rather like bumblebees, they always remind me of small, furry, flying bears, lol. :D
 
Stravinsky album pix (I commented earlier it was sixties but it is in fact from 1957. My goodness):

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And here's one I was playing earlier in the evening:

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I think the Stravinsky album artwork is quite representative of what the music sounds like! :nod:
 
I agree on charity collectors on the street & never give to them.
If and when i want to give to a charity i do it online.
Hope all went ok at the hospital?
And you seemed to enjoy your birthday with your family.
Keep us posted on your new please.
Look after yourself Sir Flopps.:thumb:
 
Here's my acquisition from RSD day. I had given up trying to get this cos of too much ag but a friend came through for me. Rarely does such unexpected goodness occur, and sometimes from quarters you'd never expect, it would not be an exaggeration to say I was touched. A few pix of my gift, gotta say I rarely play 7" vinyl, I already have this track(s) on FLAC file format and vinyl copy of Relics but it's nice to have this, gotta say.

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Front of replica sleeve:

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Rear of replica sleeve:

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And a coaster came with it as well:

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Also a small poster:

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What a kind friend you have Flopps. :) This was one of my favourites too... though I've not heard it for many years. Just enjoyed a pleasantly nostalgic moment over at YouTube (Linky for anyone else who might want to listen.) Great stuff. :thumb:
 
Not sure why but earlier this evening decided to put together slide show to Captain Beefheart song and here is the result. All pix with the exception of two are from scans of negatives or prints I have:


Wot the pix are:

1.Debbie, 2nd wife Gill, Me. Forest Hill around ‘86
2. At my 30th birthday drink, Pricess Of Wales pub, Blackheath, 1981. Roy, Peter, Karen, Richard.
3. Outside a dance hall named The Savoy, Catford, 1969. Dave, Richard, DJ Steve Maxted, Annette. The Savoy was formerly known as the Witchdoctor and before that Mr Smiths. It was at Mr Smiths that a shooting took place related to The Krays & the Richardsons.
4. Roys racing car, a Ford Anglia 105E, 1969, it made a few outings to Brands Hatch in some Races. He crashed it once, done a complete somersault and actually landed on all 4 wheels, only damaging the suspension, nothing else.
5. At a Press showing of Carnal Knowledge, probably 1970, at the reception at The Picadilly Hotel, central London. l to r: Geoff, Lewisham Odeon Cinema manager, Anne Margaret, me.
6. Annette, Richard’s one time girlfriend.
7. Hippies and assorted ne’er-do-wells dancing at a free concert, Brighton, 1970.
8. The seafront near Roedean School, near Brighton, 1983. Me, Gill, Anna, Dave.
9. Niece Laurra and my three offspring, Brighton, early nineties.
10. Terry, Kathy, Sue, Camber Sands, back of Roy’s Mini Truck, 1969.
11. Colin and lady friend, Cobweb Club, Hastings, ’69.
12. Me & Gill, in the layby at the top of Watergate bay, near Newquay, Cornwall, 1980.
13. Jill, Oakley Farm, 1969.
14. Me, cave, Watergate Bay 1980.
15. Two party guests, party, Downham Council estate, 1969, Roy crouching.
16. Robin & Rick, Dennis Drumm’s party, ’69 or ’70.
17. Terri, Kathy, Sue, Camber Sands 1969.
18. The Fox Under The Hill Pub, onstage, 1970. Can’t remember her name but she was Wendy’s friend, and that’s Roy on the right.
19. DJ Steve Maxted doing his hat pin routine. He had to stop doing that when during a performance he hit his jugular and had to be rushed to A & E.
20. First wife Jaqueline, Majorca, around ’75.
21. Jane, a girlfriend from ’73.
22. Jill, Oakley House, ’69.
23. Karen & Bob, 1970. Karen was in touch a few years ago, she’s living in Gravesend now. Bob is in Thailand now, probably for good. In the background is Karen’s sister Jenny, who I went out with briefly. Jenny died from cancer around three years ago.
24. My scooter, a Lambretta LI 150 Mk 2 with a Mk 3 front fairing and mudguard. 1969. Sprayed the same colour as Roy’s 105E race car, cos there was some paint left.
25. Peter Perret and his partner Zena Kakoulli, probably around ’76. Peter’s band was The Only Ones, who had a fair amount of success. I used to buy my Marijuanna from Peter.
26. Roy changing the tyre on a Formula Ford, Brands Hatch Motor racing stables, 1969.
27. Stacey at Kay (my sister) & Mick’s wedding, 1973. I was going out with her at the time. Some weeks later she gave me the elbow. I was upset for a whole three days, such is life.
 
Brilliant Mr Flopp's really enjoyed listening to the music and looking at the slides..:nod:

I detect a blues'y sombre kinda mood from you whilst you was putting this together, thats what comes across in the slideshow, some of those pics capture the 60's quintessentially, thanks for taking the time to put it together! ;)
 
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