Well, how is everyone doing?
I have reverted to my usual lazy self, though it has been a
long time since I was last ill.
And it's my birthday in nine days!!!

>
> Hello !
> Auntie Beeb wouldn't have liked the lyrics in Plastic Man neither -
  LOLa!
>
> I'm sure I've heard somewhere that Plastic Man was banned by the
BBC for containing the word 'bum' (*shock, horror* - how could Ray
>write a song with such a naughty word as bum - LOLa!!).

well thats the BBC for you!
afteral they didn't mind the Kinks singing about a transvestiet (?
spelling) as long as they didn't advertise a well known brand of
soft drink!!!!!!!!!!!!!LOL

> Plastic Man is fab!  The lyrics (as usual) are excellent.

course they are!!!!! love that song!
  sums up the modern throw away plastic society perfectly!!!

Alix

>
> Silly Sue from Shangri-La

Hello !
Auntie Beeb wouldn't have liked the lyrics in Plastic Man neither - LOLa!

I'm sure I've heard somewhere that Plastic Man was banned by the BBC for
containing the word 'bum' (*shock, horror* - how could Ray write a song with
such a naughty word as bum - LOLa!!).  And to think that in the 80's George
Michael came along with 'I Want Your Sex' !!

Plastic Man is fab!  The lyrics (as usual) are excellent.

Silly Sue from Shangri-La



> In a book I have of Kinks' lyrics it has the following words to
Apeman:-
>
> .... "air pollution is fogging up my eyes" ....
>
> To me, it sounds more like 'f*cking up my eyes! - LOLa
>

Precisely Sue!

although did read somewhere
(i read things and can never quote sources - not good when writting
essays thats for sure)

that there are two diff versions - album & single - one is fog the
other is a misspelling of a very well known clothing lable !!!!(LOL!)

if that one is right then i'd say fog was the single - afteral
Auntiee Beeb wouldn't like it now would she!

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> Hello again Kinksters !
>
> Referring to your point below, Alix:-
>
> ------------------------------
>
> (OK so John Lennon did it on Serve Yourself & what is the
pollution doing to Ray's eye? but Serve Yourself was just John
larking around having fun and was meant to be a personal demno type
tape and Ray was making a point)
> ------------------------------
>
>
> In a book I have of Kinks' lyrics it has the following words to
Apeman:-
>
> .... "air pollution is fogging up my eyes" ....
>
> To me, it sounds more like 'f*cking up my eyes! - LOLa
>

Precisely Sue!

although did read somewhere
(i read things and can never quote sources - not good when writting
essays thats for sure)

that there are two diff versions - album & single - one is fog the
other is a misspelling of a very well known clothing lable !!!!(LOL!)

if that one is right then i'd say fog was the single - afteral
Auntiee Beeb wouldn't like it now would she!

Alix

I can see the resemblance!  She does look just like Chrissie...

As for other music, I like guitar and drums.  I used to be very
into sixties music (because of Monkees reruns shown when I
was 3/4), which is how I discovered the Kinks.  I do like some
Britpop stuff, with guitars and drums, but I agree about the
lyrics - I don't like just swearing and nonsense, I want soul.

Oh, and Apeman is one of my favourite songs, just 'coz it makes
me laugh!

I've uploaded the picture of Natalie to the photos section of the
Apemen group.

Silly Sue


--- In apemen@..., "Sue H \(Silly Sue\)"
<sue1971uk@y...> wrote:
>
>  I've attached the picture as it didn't come out.  Hope this works
out !
>
> Silly Sue
>
>  "Sue H (Silly Sue)" <sue1971uk@y...> wrote:
> Hello again Kinksters !
>
> Referring to your point below, Alix:-
>
> ------------------------------
>
> (OK so John Lennon did it on Serve Yourself & what is the
pollution doing to Ray's eye? but Serve Yourself was just John
larking around having fun and was meant to be a personal demno type
tape and Ray was making a point)
> ------------------------------
>
>
> In a book I have of Kinks' lyrics it has the following words to
Apeman:-
>
> .... "air pollution is fogging up my eyes" ....
>
> To me, it sounds more like 'f*cking up my eyes! - LOLa
>
>
>
> I've just seen a picture of Ray & Chrissie's daughter Natalie.
She really looks like Chrissie - its unreal !!!  I can't see any
resemblance to Ray but maybe someone else can.  She's been doing a
spot of modelling.  There's a feature on celebrity model daughters
on the thisislondon.co.uk web site.  Here's the text:-
>
> I see they've misspelled the surname !
>
> ==============================================
>
> NATALIE DAVIS, 20
>
> Family connections: daughter of Chrissie Hynde and Ray Davies
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Family connections: daughter of Chrissie Hynde and Ray Davies
>
>
> She may have celebrity parents, but she is notoriously private and
hates trading off her famous name. She is at university and models
in her spare time, but has already been shot by Mario Testino for a
Burberry campaign, been featured in Vogue and has posed for a Zandra
Rhodes catalogue.
>
> ===============================
>
> Hope you can view the picture I've posted.
>
>
>
>
>
> Just think, if Ray does see his daughter Natalie, it's got to
remind him of Chrissie everytime.  The resemblance is uncanny -
LOLa !
>
> "So Long" for now.
>
>
>
> Silly Sue
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I've attached the picture as it didn't come out.  Hope this works out !

Silly Sue

  "Sue H (Silly Sue)" <sue1971uk@...> wrote:
Hello again Kinksters !

Referring to your point below, Alix:-

------------------------------

(OK so John Lennon did it on Serve Yourself & what is the pollution doing to
Ray's eye? but Serve Yourself was just John larking around having fun and was
meant to be a personal demno type tape and Ray was making a point)
------------------------------


In a book I have of Kinks' lyrics it has the following words to Apeman:-

.... "air pollution is fogging up my eyes" ....

To me, it sounds more like 'f*cking up my eyes! - LOLa



I've just seen a picture of Ray & Chrissie's daughter Natalie.  She really looks
like Chrissie - its unreal !!!  I can't see any resemblance to Ray but maybe
someone else can.  She's been doing a spot of modelling.  There's a feature on
celebrity model daughters on the thisislondon.co.uk web site.  Here's the text:-

I see they've misspelled the surname !

==============================================

NATALIE DAVIS, 20

Family connections: daughter of Chrissie Hynde and Ray Davies








Family connections: daughter of Chrissie Hynde and Ray Davies


She may have celebrity parents, but she is notoriously private and hates trading
off her famous name. She is at university and models in her spare time, but has
already been shot by Mario Testino for a Burberry campaign, been featured in
Vogue and has posed for a Zandra Rhodes catalogue.

===============================

Hope you can view the picture I've posted.





Just think, if Ray does see his daughter Natalie, it's got to remind him of
Chrissie everytime.  The resemblance is uncanny - LOLa !

"So Long" for now.



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Hello again Kinksters !

Referring to your point below, Alix:-

------------------------------

(OK so John Lennon did it on Serve Yourself & what is the pollution doing to
Ray's eye? but Serve Yourself was just John larking around having fun and was
meant to be a personal demno type tape and Ray was making a point)
------------------------------


In a book I have of Kinks' lyrics it has the following words to Apeman:-

.... "air pollution is fogging up my eyes" ....

To me, it sounds more like 'f*cking up my eyes! - LOLa



I've just seen a picture of Ray & Chrissie's daughter Natalie.  She really looks
like Chrissie - its unreal !!!  I can't see any resemblance to Ray but maybe
someone else can.  She's been doing a spot of modelling.  There's a feature on
celebrity model daughters on the thisislondon.co.uk web site.  Here's the text:-

I see they've misspelled the surname !

==============================================

NATALIE DAVIS, 20

Family connections: daughter of Chrissie Hynde and Ray Davies








Family connections: daughter of Chrissie Hynde and Ray Davies


She may have celebrity parents, but she is notoriously private and hates trading
off her famous name. She is at university and models in her spare time, but has
already been shot by Mario Testino for a Burberry campaign, been featured in
Vogue and has posed for a Zandra Rhodes catalogue.

===============================

Hope you can view the picture I've posted.





Just think, if Ray does see his daughter Natalie, it's got to remind him of
Chrissie everytime.  The resemblance is uncanny - LOLa !

"So Long" for now.



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> I taped it as well !  I'm also a fan of The Beatles.  The Beatles
are also one of my favourite bands.  I hope you enjoy the gig, Alix!
>

i think thats practically gaurenteed!LOL
And i'd better enjoy it - i'm seeing it again in Birmingham the
following sunday!!!!! <g>

> What other music does everyone else like?  My personal preference
is guitar-based bands (that's one of the reasons why I love The
Kinks!).  I love guitar pop/rock but I hate with a passion house,
dance, trance, hip-hop, rap (or should that be (c)rap? LOLa !).  You
>get the idea - don't you? If there isn't a decent song I'm not
interested plus I can't stand brain-dead (so-called) music.  The
Kinks are fab - especially Ray Davies (definitely one of the
>greatest songwriters on this planet !!!).

Think i'm with you there, i also like the kinda folky stuff -
Donovan & Ralph McTell, baiscally anything as long as its good and
has decent lyrics! think thats pretty damn key to things - lyrics
with a meaning or a feeling! can't stand the whole yelling
obsenities down the mic!
(OK so John Lennon did it on Serve Yourself & what is the pollution
doing to Ray's eye? but Serve Yourself was just John larking around
having fun and was meant to be a personal demno type tape and Ray
was making a point)

Alix


>
> "So Long" for now.
>
> Silly Sue
>
>  "Alex Brown <originalmadhatter@y...>" <originalmadhatter@y...>
wrote:
>
> >
> > By the way, did anyone see The Kinks on Top of the Pops 2
> performing Days?  It was fab (of course - LOLa !!!)
> >
> > Silly Sue
>
>
> i did - i was SOOOOO happy! brought back memories of when i saw Ray
>
> I even taped it!
>
> And this time next week i'll be in Manchester watching Paul
> McCartney - one of the four men responcible for me borrowing  my
> mum's old Face to Face cassette :ŽD
>
> Alix

I taped it as well !  I'm also a fan of The Beatles.  The Beatles are also one
of my favourite bands.  I hope you enjoy the gig, Alix!

What other music does everyone else like?  My personal preference is
guitar-based bands (that's one of the reasons why I love The Kinks!).  I love
guitar pop/rock but I hate with a passion house, dance, trance, hip-hop, rap (or
should that be (c)rap? LOLa !).  You get the idea - don't you?  If there isn't a
decent song I'm not interested plus I can't stand brain-dead (so-called) music. 
The Kinks are fab - especially Ray Davies (definitely one of the greatest
songwriters on this planet !!!).

"So Long" for now.

Silly Sue

  "Alex Brown <originalmadhatter@...>" <originalmadhatter@...>
wrote:

>
> By the way, did anyone see The Kinks on Top of the Pops 2
performing Days?  It was fab (of course - LOLa !!!)
>
> Silly Sue


i did - i was SOOOOO happy! brought back memories of when i saw Ray

I even taped it!

And this time next week i'll be in Manchester watching Paul
McCartney - one of the four men responcible for me borrowing  my
mum's old Face to Face cassette :ŽD

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> By the way, did anyone see The Kinks on Top of the Pops 2
performing Days?  It was fab (of course - LOLa !!!)
>
> Silly Sue


i did - i was SOOOOO happy! brought back memories of when i saw Ray

I even taped it!

And this time next week i'll be in Manchester watching Paul
McCartney - one of the four men responcible for me borrowing  my
mum's old Face to Face cassette :ŽD

Alix

I'd publish under my own name, probably!
I'm afraid all my stories are pretty depressing, though!

And yes, I saw Days.  I was shouting 'It's the Kinks!' and
I think everyone else thought I was mad!

So far so good !!!  If you were to publish a book what name would you use?  Your
own name or an alias?  I look forward to further instalments of this book.

By the way, did anyone see The Kinks on Top of the Pops 2 performing Days?  It
was fab (of course - LOLa !!!)

Silly Sue


  thedeathblack <no_reply@...> wrote:(Don't think it's much of a
literature classic, but here goes!).


Prologue:

She sat there, in the same cornflower dress she had bought
over fifty years ago in a small boutique in London, while
he tried to read his book.  He was struggling, though, and
not just because his pride prevented him from wearing his
reading glasses.  The silence kept interrupting his thoughts,
and it disconcerted him.  Instead of concentrating on the
words swimming about in front of his eyes, his whole essence
of being was channelled into focusing on what she was about
to do, or say.  He could not relax while she sat there so
quiet and unassuming, like a cat, waiting to pounce on its
innocent prey.  He had to be prepared for whatever form
her latest attack would take.  Years of practise had
refined his sixth sense, and he knew something was about
to happen.  It was never silent for long.
       With the usual stupid, ovine grin on her face, she
turned to him, and said, in her placid monotone voice,
"Oh, dear, Richard, I think I've had a little accident."
       He sighed, and went to fetch the bucket and sponge.
The little daily rhythm.
       "I'm very sorry," she said when he returned,
clutching clean underwear in one hand, the heavy pail in the
other.  He was too busy wondering how he could persuade her
to change out of that dress to pay her much attention, but
she carried on anyway, "I don't know what happened."
       Perhaps an outsider could be forgiven for thinking
there was still some remnant of a human being left there,
but one glance at her face would dispel that idea.  Her
appearance and the words she uttered were unrelated – she
was steadfastly staring straight ahead out of the window,
over the white-washed cluttered houses to views that no
longer existed.
       Putting the bucket down on the floor, he firmly,
though kindly, said to her, "Come on, Lorna, stand up for
me," and she obliged with a little help.
       He dipped the sponge in the soapy liquid, squeezing
the excess out, worn and disillusioned.  Just another day.
       "The raspberries will be ripe soon!" she said to no
one, making him jump slightly, though he should have
anticipated some new outburst.  "I'll make you a crumble.
You like crumble, Dickie!"
       She began listing the ingredients needed for a
crumble – quite accurate, if he'd been listening, but he was
too concerned with cleaning her up, and managing the difficult
task of attempting to undress her without her screaming
until the neighbours appeared.  He pulled up the sponge,
letting it drip a little, but just as he approached her, she
moved suddenly, knocking the sponge on to the rug, a
widening patch of dark cream spreading across its pale
surface.
       "And custard.  Let's make custard!" she continued,
oblivious and excited.
       This had been his existence for more years than
he could count.  He had waited for her to recover, but she
had gradually declined, unable to do anything without his
supervision and assistance.  Perhaps a nurse might have been
arranged, but he had never considered it as anything other
than his duty.  `Til death do us part, whatever she thought
of marriage.  This was his penance, and he was not going
to give her up to anyone else, especially not after all
these years.  She was still his, his possession, and he
could not share her.
       He picked up the sponge again, and lifted her skirt
a little.  She squirmed as its cold surface brushed against
her leg, and he grabbed her ankle quickly to stop her
wriggling.  Frightened, she replied with a shriek, and her
knee automatically swung, knocking his temple, and causing
his vision to temporarily blacken.

       "Go ahead, Dickie," she said, taunting him.  He was
furious, trying to control his temper.  She shook her head
at him, and he seized her waist, pinching violently, making
her gasp, and her confidence faded.  She struggled a little
against him, and despite the fear in her eyes, she managed
to say, in a frightened, high-pitched voice, "It'll be the
only thing you'll ever do in your life!"
       What happened?  His heart pounded, the blood rushing
to his head.  She had slipped; she had fallen.  He looked
down, and there she was at his feet.  His throat
involuntarily shut, and bile rose up from his stomach.
Blood.  Thick, red stuff, matting into the carpet.  Her face
looked sick and grey – not like the glamorous actresses in
the picture houses.  He needed help – she needed help!
Who to call – was she even still alive?  Panic hit him,
and his hands started shaking.  There was blood on them
too – so much blood! He knelt down to her, sobbing.  What
had he done?  He had to get help.
       Her hands were limp, and unresponsive to his anxious
attempts to hold them, her wedding ring fell into the
crimson gunk as he pulled at them, sinking into the carpet,
unreachable.  He was terrified.  There seemed no way to undo
what had happened, but he knew she needed help.  So he
picked her up, unaware of her flailing limbs, gripping her
body, her clothes, her greasy red hair – anything.  Her body
flopped down and gruesome, he struggled towards the door,
awkwardly opening it.  He prayed that their neighbour
would be able to help them, to help her, to pretend it had
never happened,  and he apprehensively hoped that no one
would ask him any questions...

       He cursed under his breath.  His head hurt, but he
had long learned that it was pointless shouting at her.
Her actions were spontaneous and uncontrolled, and she
would be unable to comprehend what she was in trouble for.
But she just wouldn't stop wriggling!    His arthritis
hurt his hands, and he didn't have the disposition to
suffer all this agonising pain just to get her properly
dressed.  Soon his joints would start to seize up – what
was he supposed to do then?  She had become worse – more
senile – these last few years, and he wasn't sure how much
longer he could cope for.  Yet he knew he had to, somehow.
If only he could make her understand his regret!
       She sat down suddenly, almost kicking the bucket
over.  Her dress was still wet, and it stank of urine, but
he couldn't be bothered to try and make her change out of it.
He did not want another fight.  His joints clicked as he
tried to stand – Lorna was murmuring something about their
ration books; he knew not to listen to her anymore.
       He bent slowly down to pick up the sponge, but it
was caught by a corner underneath her foot.
       "Lorna, lift," he instructed softly.
       "Oh, now, Dickie, what are you doing?  Don't you
know we're expecting visitors for tea?"
       He sighed, frustrated, and tried to prise the sponge
out from under her.
       "Dickie!" she reprimanded.
       "I need that sponge, dear," he said, biting his
tongue.
       She smiled cruelly, and stamped her foot firmly
on that little pink oval, squishing it, the water dripping
out of it as she did so.  She watched, and then turned her
face back up to him.  "What a mess, Dickie!" she exclaimed
with glee.
       He hated her.  It consumed him suddenly, and he
could barely control his temper.  He shouldn't have to be
here!  He hated the way she kept talking and talking and
calling him `Dickie' and smiling that awful, empty smile.
Was she doing it deliberately – taunting him, blaming him?
Perhaps it would have been easier if he had managed to
finish it then and there.  Perhaps it was not too late.
       She grinned at him, smoothing her soiled dress, and
evil thoughts sped through his brain and his body, flooding
down to his trembling right hand which manifested itself
into a curled fist.  She was talking and talking, on and
on about the tulips and the weather and all sorts of
things which were now years out of date.  His whole body
grew more agitated, shaking.  He wanted to shut her up!
All his long life...  But it wasn't too late.  He could still
do it, and rescue himself from this life!  There was a limit
to his self-imposed punishment, and this was it.  She had
asked for it, and he would be free!
       As he raised his fist, ready to hit that stupid,
smirking face, Lorna stared boldly at him, murmuring,
taunting in a strange recollection, "Go ahead, Dickie, hit
me.  It'll be the only thing you'll ever do."
       He stopped, and looked back at her.  He knew these
outbursts were without her control; just snatched
glimpses of her previous life, but the brief atmosphere
had cleared.  She was the same Lorna she had always been,
with the same weaknesses.  Just the same as she had been –
since that day.
       He felt sick.  He had been going to hit her.  He had
sworn he would never be violent again – he had let her down.
He had promised –  in return she had remained his property;
an agreement she had never been conscious of.
       "I'm sorry," he whined.  "I didn't mean to upset
you, my dear."  He started to stroke her hair, ignoring the
pain in his knarled fingers, which were still bent and stiff.
"I love you," he whispered guiltily, knowing that it was
only his conscience that would hear his words.  He could
never make it up to her, but he had tried so hard!
       "See," he said, taking advantage of the fact her
vacant gaze was presently directed towards the window, "I
brought you here to take better care of you.  Remember how
you used to complain about how cold it was in England?  Isn't
it much prettier here?"
       Of course, she didn't answer.  She didn't even
interrupt with her usual nonsense.  It was as if she knew what
he had done, and was refusing to even acknowledge his
frightened apologies.  He had done so much for her – what
more could he have done?  He hadn't been willing to let her
go...
       She stared straight ahead, unblinking, and he sighed,
knowing there was no use continuing.  She was beyond him now.
It was as if she had managed to leave him, all those years
ago, leaving only a husk of herself for him to fuss over.
He watched her for a little, then got up, and emptied the
pail down the utility room sink, the sponge left abandoned
on the floor.  He was weary, and when he went back into
their lounge, he was pleased to notice her mumbling away to
herself – this meant he could relax for a while.



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(Don't think it's much of a literature classic, but here goes!).


Prologue:

She sat there, in the same cornflower dress she had bought
over fifty years ago in a small boutique in London, while
he tried to read his book.  He was struggling, though, and
not just because his pride prevented him from wearing his
reading glasses.  The silence kept interrupting his thoughts,
and it disconcerted him.  Instead of concentrating on the
words swimming about in front of his eyes, his whole essence
of being was channelled into focusing on what she was about
to do, or say.  He could not relax while she sat there so
quiet and unassuming, like a cat, waiting to pounce on its
innocent prey.  He had to be prepared for whatever form
her latest attack would take.  Years of practise had
refined his sixth sense, and he knew something was about
to happen.  It was never silent for long.
	 With the usual stupid, ovine grin on her face, she
turned to him, and said, in her placid monotone voice,
"Oh, dear, Richard, I think I've had a little accident."
	 He sighed, and went to fetch the bucket and sponge.
The little daily rhythm.
	 "I'm very sorry," she said when he returned,
clutching clean underwear in one hand, the heavy pail in the
other.  He was too busy wondering how he could persuade her
to change out of that dress to pay her much attention, but
she carried on anyway, "I don't know what happened."
	 Perhaps an outsider could be forgiven for thinking
there was still some remnant of a human being left there,
but one glance at her face would dispel that idea.  Her
appearance and the words she uttered were unrelated – she
was steadfastly staring straight ahead out of the window,
over the white-washed cluttered houses to views that no
longer existed.
	 Putting the bucket down on the floor, he firmly,
though kindly, said to her, "Come on, Lorna, stand up for
me," and she obliged with a little help.
	 He dipped the sponge in the soapy liquid, squeezing
the excess out, worn and disillusioned.  Just another day.
	 "The raspberries will be ripe soon!" she said to no
one, making him jump slightly, though he should have
anticipated some new outburst.  "I'll make you a crumble.
You like crumble, Dickie!"
	 She began listing the ingredients needed for a
crumble – quite accurate, if he'd been listening, but he was
too concerned with cleaning her up, and managing the difficult
task of attempting to undress her without her screaming
until the neighbours appeared.  He pulled up the sponge,
letting it drip a little, but just as he approached her, she
moved suddenly, knocking the sponge on to the rug, a
widening patch of dark cream spreading across its pale
surface.
	 "And custard.  Let's make custard!" she continued,
oblivious and excited.
	 This had been his existence for more years than
he could count.  He had waited for her to recover, but she
had gradually declined, unable to do anything without his
supervision and assistance.  Perhaps a nurse might have been
arranged, but he had never considered it as anything other
than his duty.  `Til death do us part, whatever she thought
of marriage.  This was his penance, and he was not going
to give her up to anyone else, especially not after all
these years.  She was still his, his possession, and he
could not share her.
	 He picked up the sponge again, and lifted her skirt
a little.  She squirmed as its cold surface brushed against
her leg, and he grabbed her ankle quickly to stop her
wriggling.  Frightened, she replied with a shriek, and her
knee automatically swung, knocking his temple, and causing
his vision to temporarily blacken.

	 "Go ahead, Dickie," she said, taunting him.  He was
furious, trying to control his temper.  She shook her head
at him, and he seized her waist, pinching violently, making
her gasp, and her confidence faded.  She struggled a little
against him, and despite the fear in her eyes, she managed
to say, in a frightened, high-pitched voice, "It'll be the
only thing you'll ever do in your life!"
	 What happened?  His heart pounded, the blood rushing
to his head.  She had slipped; she had fallen.  He looked
down, and there she was at his feet.  His throat
involuntarily shut, and bile rose up from his stomach.
Blood.  Thick, red stuff, matting into the carpet.  Her face
looked sick and grey – not like the glamorous actresses in
the picture houses.  He needed help – she needed help!
Who to call – was she even still alive?  Panic hit him,
and his hands started shaking.  There was blood on them
too – so much blood! He knelt down to her, sobbing.  What
had he done?  He had to get help.
	 Her hands were limp, and unresponsive to his anxious
attempts to hold them, her wedding ring fell into the
crimson gunk as he pulled at them, sinking into the carpet,
unreachable.  He was terrified.  There seemed no way to undo
what had happened, but he knew she needed help.  So he
picked her up, unaware of her flailing limbs, gripping her
body, her clothes, her greasy red hair – anything.  Her body
flopped down and gruesome, he struggled towards the door,
awkwardly opening it.  He prayed that their neighbour
would be able to help them, to help her, to pretend it had
never happened,  and he apprehensively hoped that no one
would ask him any questions...

	 He cursed under his breath.  His head hurt, but he
had long learned that it was pointless shouting at her.
Her actions were spontaneous and uncontrolled, and she
would be unable to comprehend what she was in trouble for.
But she just wouldn't stop wriggling!    His arthritis
hurt his hands, and he didn't have the disposition to
suffer all this agonising pain just to get her properly
dressed.  Soon his joints would start to seize up – what
was he supposed to do then?  She had become worse – more
senile – these last few years, and he wasn't sure how much
longer he could cope for.  Yet he knew he had to, somehow.
If only he could make her understand his regret!
	 She sat down suddenly, almost kicking the bucket
over.  Her dress was still wet, and it stank of urine, but
he couldn't be bothered to try and make her change out of it.
He did not want another fight.  His joints clicked as he
tried to stand – Lorna was murmuring something about their
ration books; he knew not to listen to her anymore.
	 He bent slowly down to pick up the sponge, but it
was caught by a corner underneath her foot.
	 "Lorna, lift," he instructed softly.
	 "Oh, now, Dickie, what are you doing?  Don't you
know we're expecting visitors for tea?"
	 He sighed, frustrated, and tried to prise the sponge
out from under her.
	 "Dickie!" she reprimanded.
	 "I need that sponge, dear," he said, biting his
tongue.
	 She smiled cruelly, and stamped her foot firmly
on that little pink oval, squishing it, the water dripping
out of it as she did so.  She watched, and then turned her
face back up to him.  "What a mess, Dickie!" she exclaimed
with glee.
	 He hated her.  It consumed him suddenly, and he
could barely control his temper.  He shouldn't have to be
here!  He hated the way she kept talking and talking and
calling him `Dickie' and smiling that awful, empty smile.
Was she doing it deliberately – taunting him, blaming him?
Perhaps it would have been easier if he had managed to
finish it then and there.  Perhaps it was not too late.
	 She grinned at him, smoothing her soiled dress, and
evil thoughts sped through his brain and his body, flooding
down to his trembling right hand which manifested itself
into a curled fist.  She was talking and talking, on and
on about the tulips and the weather and all sorts of
things which were now years out of date.  His whole body
grew more agitated, shaking.  He wanted to shut her up!
All his long life...  But it wasn't too late.  He could still
do it, and rescue himself from this life!  There was a limit
to his self-imposed punishment, and this was it.  She had
asked for it, and he would be free!
	 As he raised his fist, ready to hit that stupid,
smirking face, Lorna stared boldly at him, murmuring,
taunting in a strange recollection, "Go ahead, Dickie, hit
me.  It'll be the only thing you'll ever do."
	 He stopped, and looked back at her.  He knew these
outbursts were without her control; just snatched
glimpses of her previous life, but the brief atmosphere
had cleared.  She was the same Lorna she had always been,
with the same weaknesses.  Just the same as she had been –
since that day.
	 He felt sick.  He had been going to hit her.  He had
sworn he would never be violent again – he had let her down.
He had promised –  in return she had remained his property;
an agreement she had never been conscious of.
	 "I'm sorry," he whined.  "I didn't mean to upset
you, my dear."  He started to stroke her hair, ignoring the
pain in his knarled fingers, which were still bent and stiff.
"I love you," he whispered guiltily, knowing that it was
only his conscience that would hear his words.  He could
never make it up to her, but he had tried so hard!
	 "See," he said, taking advantage of the fact her
vacant gaze was presently directed towards the window, "I
brought you here to take better care of you.  Remember how
you used to complain about how cold it was in England?  Isn't
it much prettier here?"
	 Of course, she didn't answer.  She didn't even
interrupt with her usual nonsense.  It was as if she knew what
he had done, and was refusing to even acknowledge his
frightened apologies.  He had done so much for her – what
more could he have done?  He hadn't been willing to let her
go...
	 She stared straight ahead, unblinking, and he sighed,
knowing there was no use continuing.  She was beyond him now.
It was as if she had managed to leave him, all those years
ago, leaving only a husk of herself for him to fuss over.
He watched her for a little, then got up, and emptied the
pail down the utility room sink, the sponge left abandoned
on the floor.  He was weary, and when he went back into
their lounge, he was pleased to notice her mumbling away to
herself – this meant he could relax for a while.

you could just post up the whole story in installments - keep us
entertained,

you could turn this into a litery club

maybe not coz then i would have to leave - i stuggle to write 500
word Statements Of Intents for my course

Ah, well

Alix


> Sue - I used to make up songs (in the style of Whose Line is
> it Anyway?) but my comedy partner has moved away now...
>
> If you two are not careful, I'll post some of the story.
> But the current chapter, I was in a bit of a daze when I
> wrote it, and I read it back, and it is truly terrible!!!

Sue - I used to make up songs (in the style of Whose Line is
it Anyway?) but my comedy partner has moved away now...

If you two are not careful, I'll post some of the story.
But the current chapter, I was in a bit of a daze when I
wrote it, and I read it back, and it is truly terrible!!!

Yeah, some people need good music forced on them....
Thanks about the book!

Well, what have I been doing?
Just the usual - working and being ill!
Yep, ill again, but I'm recovered now.
The place I work is quite muddy/dusty, so
everyone gets ill....

now that must take some doing - at least the little scratches on my
hands came from craft knives!!!!!!!!

mosat exciting thing i've done since i last posted was get tickets
for 2 of Paul McCartney's gigs!!!!! :ŽD

Uni is still going great, my neighbours have been having an
education in good music forced upon them when i have my music a bit
loud! LOL

BTW the book sounds great

Alix

> My life has been non-stop, and now it's the weekend, I have
> managed to cut my hand with a towel???  Not sure how, but
> nevermind.
>
> Haven't been doing much.  Made some very nice chocolate
> truffles, but that's about it...  Haven't even been out for
> ages, except to buy milk and bread...
>
> So this is another of my thrilling posts!
>
> However, I have been trying to write a book.  It's been
> going very, very slowly, but I've written nearly 25000 words.
> That's between a quarter and a third of a book.
>
> Not sure what to write now.  Haven't even got any Kinks news.
>
> Maybe I should stop rambling, and try to visit more  :)

You know something, you have an active imagination just like myself - LOLa !! 
I'm not creative in the fiction sense, but I love to give witty responses to my
colleague Malcolm at work.  Sometimes it's as though we're a double act!  I also
love to sing silly songs.  I usually nick a tune and put my own words to it
(usually naughty ones!!)  I'm known as Silly Sue by my Supervisor at work
because I'm silly!!
I'd be very interested in reading some of your book when it's finished.

Silly Sue from Shangri-La  (LOLa)

  thedeathblack <no_reply@...> wrote:Oh, they are nice truffles,
but very bad - good chocolate
and double cream!!!

The book - nothing really happens...  It is set over 10
years in the 1950s - it's hard to explain, 'coz when I
try, it sounds awful, but I'll try...

It's about this young girl who has led a sheltered life,
and marries the first man who shows any interest in her.
He turns out to be very abusive, but at a party, she meets
Cam, a cultured, sensitive man who falls in love with her.
Frightened of her husband, she can't leave him, but begins
a timid affair with Cam, resulting in a child.  The child
is brought up as the husband's, but after he drowns, she
gets the courage to confront her husband, and run away
with Cam.  However (nearly finished!) her husband beats
her badly, and she suffers brain damage.  The prologue is
set in the present (well, late 90s), and she is still being
cared for by the possessive husband, and then in the
epilogue, she dies, and the husband reads the old
love-letters from Cam, and realises what love they had, and
how his life was empty...  So a happy ending then! :)

Sorry, don't know the answer to the Pete/Ray thing though!



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Oh, they are nice truffles, but very bad - good chocolate
and double cream!!!

The book - nothing really happens...  It is set over 10
years in the 1950s - it's hard to explain, 'coz when I
try, it sounds awful, but I'll try...

It's about this young girl who has led a sheltered life,
and marries the first man who shows any interest in her.
He turns out to be very abusive, but at a party, she meets
Cam, a cultured, sensitive man who falls in love with her.
Frightened of her husband, she can't leave him, but begins
a timid affair with Cam, resulting in a child.  The child
is brought up as the husband's, but after he drowns, she
gets the courage to confront her husband, and run away
with Cam.  However (nearly finished!) her husband beats
her badly, and she suffers brain damage.  The prologue is
set in the present (well, late 90s), and she is still being
cared for by the possessive husband, and then in the
epilogue, she dies, and the husband reads the old
love-letters from Cam, and realises what love they had, and
how his life was empty...  So a happy ending then! :)

Sorry, don't know the answer to the Pete/Ray thing though!

Hello dedicated followers of The Kinks !

Truffles?  They sound absolutely yummy -  LOLa !!  I love chocolate when I'm in
the mood for it.  What's the book about that you're currently writing?

I've a quick question.  Does anyone know why Pete Quaife doesn't get along with
Ray?

"So Long" for now as my "Supersonic Rocket Ship" awaits to take me to the
"Village Green" !

Sue H

  thedeathblack <no_reply@...> wrote:And another couple of months
have gone by...
(I really am a bad host!).

My life has been non-stop, and now it's the weekend, I have
managed to cut my hand with a towel???  Not sure how, but
nevermind.

Haven't been doing much.  Made some very nice chocolate
truffles, but that's about it...  Haven't even been out for
ages, except to buy milk and bread...

So this is another of my thrilling posts!

However, I have been trying to write a book.  It's been
going very, very slowly, but I've written nearly 25000 words.
That's between a quarter and a third of a book.

Not sure what to write now.  Haven't even got any Kinks news.

Maybe I should stop rambling, and try to visit more  :)




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And another couple of months have gone by...
(I really am a bad host!).

My life has been non-stop, and now it's the weekend, I have
managed to cut my hand with a towel???  Not sure how, but
nevermind.

Haven't been doing much.  Made some very nice chocolate
truffles, but that's about it...  Haven't even been out for
ages, except to buy milk and bread...

So this is another of my thrilling posts!

However, I have been trying to write a book.  It's been
going very, very slowly, but I've written nearly 25000 words.
That's between a quarter and a third of a book.

Not sure what to write now.  Haven't even got any Kinks news.

Maybe I should stop rambling, and try to visit more  :)

Hello Dedicated Followers of The Kinks

Is there only the three of us in this group?  Where is everybody?  Come on you
other guys - speak up! (lol).  You can't have 'Nothing to Say'!

I think I'm gonna have to listen to some fab music from The Kinks tonight.  I've
recorded lots of songs from my CDs to my computer.  I can put them on shuffle
play so it will be a bit like lucky dip!  The only problem with playing The
Kinks is which song to play first!!!  Too many excellent tunes.

Just in case you don't know, Ray is in the February edition of Mojo (out now -
at a newsagents near you!) with an article about the album 'The Kinks are The
Village Green Preservation Society'.  It's an English eccentric special edition
of Mojo.

'So Long' for now as my 'Supersonic Rocket Ship' awaits me to take me to the
'Village Green'.

Sue H (or you can call me Silly Sue - that's what my friends at work call me!)
  Alex Brown <originalmadhatter@...> wrote:Things are alright here, i'm
back from the xmas hols, yesterday's
tutorial went ok (other than the whole 'you're drawing is great. but
you're 3D work needs improvement'!)

managed to grab a couple more of my Kinks CD's hen i came back so am
happy.

now to do some tidying up!whatever that means!lol

Alix

--- In apemen@y..., thedeathblack <no_reply@y...> wrote:
> Hiya again, and happy 2003!
> Yeah, I vanished for ages again...
> (And I haven't even heard 'Arthur' yet).
>
> Busy doing the usual - stupid coursework and being ill.
> Same old same old.
>
> And trying to sleep, but only when the first two don't
> interfere.
>
> How are you guys?  And don't feel you have to answer
> at once - you know I won't reply for a couple of weeks
> (sorry, but I'm not good at managing my time to do fun
> stuff!).


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Things are alright here, i'm back from the xmas hols, yesterday's
tutorial went ok (other than the whole 'you're drawing is great. but
you're 3D work needs improvement'!)

managed to grab a couple more of my Kinks CD's hen i came back so am
happy.

now to do some tidying up!whatever that means!lol

Alix

--- In apemen@y..., thedeathblack <no_reply@y...> wrote:
> Hiya again, and happy 2003!
> Yeah, I vanished for ages again...
> (And I haven't even heard 'Arthur' yet).
>
> Busy doing the usual - stupid coursework and being ill.
> Same old same old.
>
> And trying to sleep, but only when the first two don't
> interfere.
>
> How are you guys?  And don't feel you have to answer
> at once - you know I won't reply for a couple of weeks
> (sorry, but I'm not good at managing my time to do fun
> stuff!).

Hiya again, and happy 2003!
Yeah, I vanished for ages again...
(And I haven't even heard 'Arthur' yet).

Busy doing the usual - stupid coursework and being ill.
Same old same old.

And trying to sleep, but only when the first two don't
interfere.

How are you guys?  And don't feel you have to answer
at once - you know I won't reply for a couple of weeks
(sorry, but I'm not good at managing my time to do fun
stuff!).

No chance of driving me away!
Have any of you got the Arthur album?  What is your opinion of the songs?  I've
heard Victoria & Shangri-La (these are on that album aren't they?).  Your
opinions on this will be greatly appreciated.  Cheers!
Sue H

  Alex Brown <originalmadhatter@...> wrote:& a merry christmas & happy
new year to you

starting to think my posting the pics of Ray to the site had driven
you all away LOL

Alix

--- In apemen@y..., thedeathblack <no_reply@y...> wrote:
> Sorry for my long absence - my stupid computer crashed
> EVERY SINGLE TIME I tried to post a reply!
> (And it wouldn't let me read my e-mails etc., but it
> seems to be sorted now).
>
> Don't know I'll have a chance to post again before
> Christmas, so have a good one, and a Happy Hogmanay
> too!
>
> Cayl x


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Merry Christmas to everyone - have a fab one!!
  thedeathblack <no_reply@...> wrote:Sorry for my long absence - my
stupid computer crashed
EVERY SINGLE TIME I tried to post a reply!
(And it wouldn't let me read my e-mails etc., but it
seems to be sorted now).

Don't know I'll have a chance to post again before
Christmas, so have a good one, and a Happy Hogmanay
too!

Cayl x


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& a merry christmas & happy new year to you

starting to think my posting the pics of Ray to the site had driven
you all away LOL

Alix

--- In apemen@y..., thedeathblack <no_reply@y...> wrote:
> Sorry for my long absence - my stupid computer crashed
> EVERY SINGLE TIME I tried to post a reply!
> (And it wouldn't let me read my e-mails etc., but it
> seems to be sorted now).
>
> Don't know I'll have a chance to post again before
> Christmas, so have a good one, and a Happy Hogmanay
> too!
>
> Cayl x

Sorry for my long absence - my stupid computer crashed
EVERY SINGLE TIME I tried to post a reply!
(And it wouldn't let me read my e-mails etc., but it
seems to be sorted now).

Don't know I'll have a chance to post again before
Christmas, so have a good one, and a Happy Hogmanay
too!

Cayl x

The photos of Ray after his Cheltenham gig early 2001 are now
uploaded into the photo album, so feel free to take a look

Alix

(now how did all those Cdr's all fit onto that little shelf?LOL)


--- In apemen@y..., "Alex Brown" <originalmadhatter@y...> wrote:
> Great now i gotta find the disk LOL, bear with me!
>
> Alix
>
> --- In apemen@y..., Sue H <sue1971uk@y...> wrote:
> >
> > "Yes, yes, yes" show us the pics you took of Ray!
> > Cheers
> >
> > Sue H
> >  Alex Brown <originalmadhatter@y...> wrote:
> > Alex
> >
> > PS if i can find them are you interested in seeing the pic(s) I
> tokk
> > of Ray Davis after the gig i saw in Cheltenham a couple of years
> > back?