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Ghost
Wars 2 ends in Halloween truce
When local storytellers Gothic Molly (alias Helen Sant) and Adrian Spendlow
met for the first time, the daggers were out! Both have links with ghosts,
as Helen has been a ghost storyteller since 2003, organising walks and events
round the city, while Adrian, storyteller and official poet in residence
at Jorvik, is the son of York's first ever official ghost walker Connie
Spendlow. (Yes Helen, I still recall the phone call I had from a ghostie
walking chap saying ''I don't know whose son you are but you are not mine.''
Any way back to your press release...)
When Helen walked into one of Adrian's events at Williams Bar, the whole
place froze as the audience gathered noticed the tense atmosphere. ''Good
evening Adrian, I'm here to spy on you,'' said Helen blatantly. Adrian was
none too pleased and threw her a dirty look, as he continued his story about
the Barguest of York; the black dog reputed to haunt the Snickleways. (Yes
and I would like to argue with you about the pronunciation of that very
beast) In the interval, Helen explained she was partly joking, (Pah!) but
as part of her research as a storyteller, she regularly likes to see how
other performers put their walks and events across, checking out the competition.
However, Adrian was initially cold and there was a heated argument about
his claim to ghost fame. The evening ended on a sour note with Helen storming
out. (I pushed her.)
Now the two have reconciled their differences when Adrian offered a surprise
olive branch when they met at the planning meeting for next year's York
Literature Festival. After chatting, they decided to work together on a
Halloween event and that their combined interests could work to their advantage.
Graffiti Arrest.
So Spee says to me its a 1K reward to dob in a graffiti artist now
you know. Yes I know I says, it nearly happened to me. I like to think that
the new face of hip hop was kinda impressed. Streets Alive! You could say.
Cos it were that there festival where I was nearly carted off from and the
chap from Browns was nearly a thousand pounds richer. Not the guy who runs
the coffee area I hasten to say, er Alistair, he was lovely. But another
guy comes out and sees me chalking on the pavement and the next thing you
know my arm is up my back and. Well OK I was on the floor looking up at
fishnet stockings and boots. Well.. I was nearly had up. Shape poems for
the festival; a lovely experience actually. But there I am doing shapes
for each aspect of the Streets Alive Festival and I look up from my position
on one knee to see four cop... bob.. Pi. police officers looking down at
me. One of whom was plain clothes. Why do they do that? Three times since
then, I have seen uniformed officers stood chatting with the undercover
ones. Ridiculous, No I am just a passer by who thought it would be nice
to chat with the police for half an hour while trying to look inconspicuous.
Anyroadup, Excuse me sir, he said loadedly, but can I
ask you what you are doing? They had walked up through the square,
passing the organisers information area, Vikings, Victorians, Romans, George
and his Dragon, four living statues, three strange characters painting a
naked lady, (well doing paintings of her), a gigantic Australian floor mural,
a one man band and a wooden horse. Panic over after a little arm twisting
chat and me explaining that it was the Streets Alive Festival in conjunction
with Ascot and they let me go and went and arrested Len instead. No.
New Band.
As for the new band. I have been in trouble quite a bit since working with
all women. Not that them being women is anything to do with it, but.. All
I said was You look good. Have you lost weight? Oh didnt I look
good before? Then the other two chip in, So we dont look good then?
No we need to lose weight do we?
HELP
Then there is the name of the band. I hardly dare mention this one. I admit
I didnt put Wendys idea on the poster (Wendys Weird Women),
but I thought there had been a general consensus on the idea after that;
Adrian Spendlow and the Girls. BUT No not so at all. In fact once wine had
worn off this offering wasnt even recalled. Well. Except that it was
on the poster! Ohoh I am in further bother. Yes Dan I said thats right
we are called Adrian Spendlow and the Girls. Mind you I dont know
how the band got to know about this cos I only told Dan..er...er.ah!
Dead Bees.
Dead bees: There I have said it. And you have read it. Arent there
a lot of dead bees about lately. The next thing you know you are seeing
dead bees everywhere. Well. It is the same with Moggiethows. I have never
been a car person, as my pal James will tell you, but I have suddenly (at
the age of 33) started admiring classic jobs. Fifties and on a bit. I think
it is my age you know sweetie. There is a beauty of a Morris Thousand just
around the corner from me (Next to a VW Camper), and next time I go past
there there is two of them. Since them I have seen 13 of them - spookie
huh. One soft top and a couple with 6 figure numbers. Tell you what really
sweetens the concept for me, when a little old lady is pootling along in
it. That means it has been with one careful owner since way back when and
has only done 37 miles or something.
If all this reminiscing carries on the way it is going I will have to learn
to drive.
Maybe a Vespa?
Being A Storyteller.
Being a storyteller is a personal shock and a self discovery all at once.
Although this one of a couple of career changes is bringing exciting developments
there are drawbacks: People keep wanting to tell me their stories!
I mean I dont say to taxi drivers, Hey Ive got a good route
for you.
Mind you I do have a way that taxi drivers can increase their income if
anyone wants ask. Its a doozy.
Those festival toilets are owned by the rightly names firm. Search. You
will be lucky if you can find anything no matter how much you Search: Loo
roll, towels, the buttons you need to press, the courage to go in, the lock!
But no. I shouldnt be so derisive. Those plastic box things are very
cleverly designed actually. A row of those things can last a whole festival,
never running out of water, electric lighting, loo roll, paper towels, blue
chemical, cleanliness over a whole long weekend, as long as there are only
about 8 people at the festival. That whole in the cupboard worries me. The
one with the sign above it that says something like No Cocinar! Well you
wouldnt want to would you. I mean.
I'm Famous.
It has happened. I cant believe it. I'm famous. I - wait for it -
am; The Halloween Man. People are shouting out across the street at me.
Pointing. Shouting. It is a kind of seasonal memory of course, the same
people have been passing me without a glance all year long. Now teenage
girls giggle in shops, young lads say cool, women stare at me. No really
I know lots of you who know me say I live in a dream world, but this time
it is true. Thats where it started (well this year) She is shes
staring at me I swear. This carried on till my pals in the bar had
to agree, they also agreed that the husband was getting a bit narked about
it. Then it came, the moment when I had to get a round in, yes it does happen
occasionally, and she as on a bar stool roight next to me satring up into
my eyes. Just as I was about to turn away, well run away cos the hubby was
tensing up summat rotten by now, and out ity came at full volume, Its
the Halloween Man!
Bad Times.
I have my bad times, set on by a gang of traveller kids for instance. (God
it was bad) But I go places where poetry never touches I suppose and the
odd bad one isnt gonna smite my loyalty to the human race. (A mate
has just officially declared himself a new species as he wants no responsibility
for the mess we are all making - members are welcome apparently) The good
stuff happens when you dont expect it - when you are gritting your
teeth.
Information Stall
The summer was hectic, with some amazing experiences, and Ive met
some lovely people too. People put me up and it works out great, making
some real good friends and spending time in beautiful environments. Thanks
to all of you. Ive been wined and dined in lovely gardens and have
dressed up posh for such as Henley Festival. I fell for the Information
Stall though. As we walked into the festival, worrying that we were turned
out acceptably, the security people opposite the entrance announced that
picnic baskets should not come in through that gate and would the security
team come and remove the offenders. I hoisted up my picnic basket and ran.
Then sound guy allowed me to hide it back stage and we breathed a sigh of
relieve and started to wonder if we would have to eat back there. Turns
out it was the MISinformation Desk. The were announcing that dresses had
to be all of one colour as ladies in floral things arrived and stuff like
that all day.
Grandad.
Ok so its been ages since the last of these newsletters; when theres
lots to talk about Im too busy and when its all quiet theres
nothing to say. Has it ever been quiet, I dont recall a time. I suppose
the biggest news is personal rather than professional. The resultant crisis
of age related panic will no doubt effect my writing however. Im a
granddad! Although this does make me feel very elderly it is wonderful,
she is wonderful, Boo that is, shes 8 weeks old and is doing tricks
already. The sad bit is that Holly and Adam and baby are planning to move
up to Scotland next month. I will miss them all terribly.
Hitting 50.
OK I admit it - Ive hit fifty! Feeling very old and boring about it
too. BUT - To over come all that, I want you all to come to my party. All
of you Ive worked with and all old pals. (This newsletter goes out
to 800 people!?!)
Its in York of course, so will be out on its ear for some of you.
If you can make it tho, I will be well chuffed
Let me know if you can. There will be tiddy snacks on the tables and Dan
Webster is putting together a scratch band doing all oldie sorta numbers
(At my insistence). Lots of people have been quizzed about what music they
remember me liking and Scaz has put them all on CDs. So it will all be way
back stuff that I know and love. Im thrilled already. Please come.
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