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There was another landmark event… Which lingers… In the memory… Long after… The trivialities… have fallen away… The Nineteen-Eighty-Five World Snooker Championships… The final of which… We watched… At Fee’s… There is much more to these pivotal moments… Than initially meets the eye… For one thing… They function as strange attractors… Which is to say…. Any and all stray memories in the vicinity… Get dragged into their ambit… And then circle about them like satellites… The memory of Fee on May Day… For example, which according to the record… Was a whole week and one day later.
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From the death of comedy… To the death of snooker… It appears is represented… By a relatively short span… Of only six years… We shall return to this later… When we are ready to finally consider… The death of trade… But in the meantime… The pictorial history of Spendyke… Includes within its eerie pages… Eerie because of the sheer quantity of ghost buildings… Depicted… An Eighteen-Seventies line map… Which does show a structure on the corner… Where the Old Coaching Inn now stands… The Spendyke Old Boys network… Used a communal shot in the forecourt of this Inn… As their icon.
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While it is now clear… That many of our… Musical heroes… Were in fact… Intelligence assets… From the get-go… Many of them were not… The Pistols… For one… Would hardly have put together… The Jubilee boat stunt… And got themselves arrested… If they had been… Although it is true that… The Fab Four… Were arrested for drug possession… The counter-culture… Eventually becomes… The new… Status quo… Which sad… But natural fact… May also account… For the deafening silence… From so many of our former rebel heroes… That and their dependence… Upon the Great God… Mammon…
France & Vincent 