It’s nearly Christmas. The snow isn’t snowing, the wind isn’t particularly blowing (not down here in the South, anyway), though at this time of the year there’s always a bit of a storm. But what better way to weather the storm than by listening to the Phil Spector Christmas Album and singing along at full volume as you queue to get out of the car park at the supermarket.
My particular favourite is Santa Claus is Coming to Town by the Crystals – the actual song starts at about 30 seconds in. Great stuff.
2016 – what a year it’s been. I’ve written a sort of on-line round robin here about my year, but today, in this post I wanted to say thank you to all of you who’ve read this blog and been with me on the path to bring Beyond the Beehive into the warm light of day.
I’ve been writing the book for a very (very) long time, but it began to really take shape in March when I was contacted by Patrick McGrady of Wavelength Films to take part in the programme ‘Living in ’66.’ You can watch it here.
That programme and the email I received from Pete Searles of Mark Shelley and the Deans – who later agreed to play at the Chelmsford launch – spurred me on to finalise the book and get it out there.
And since it came out – the reaction has been fantastic. People have bought the book, come to the events, laughed at the jokes, talked about their own experiences, and asked for more. I really loved writing this book and it’s been great for me to see it on the shelves of Chelmsford Foyles. So thank you to everyone.
Have a Cool Yule and here’s the whole Christmas album.
It was a great evening at the Ideas Hub – good book, great quiz (more details to follow) and a fantastic crowd. My Auntie Rita (88) made it unexpectedly. My sister-in-law struggled through the Saturday, post-football traffic, friends from Norfolk I hadn’t seen for 50 years suddenly appeared. New friends came via the Chelmsford Remembered Facebook page and the Chelmsford Civic Society. Old friends from those heady days in the Orpheus and the Corn Exchange. And the piece de resistance was the group – Mark Shelley and the Deans, who did us proud. Christine and I even jived. Video of this possibly to follow…
Do you see where this is going?
Flying down to the Hub in Chelmsford at 6.30 on Saturday night…
Mark Shelley and the Deans …
and …. the banner. See you there!
This is almost unbelievable! Beyond the Beehive is on sale now. You can buy the paperback here and the Kindle version here. Thank you for the support of the readers and followers of this blog, and to Christine Wilkinson who designed the wonderful cover – back and front!
And also thanks to my oldest best friend Chris Wallace – without whom none of these stories would have been possible. As I keep telling her, they are just stories, but if she and I hadn’t met in Chelmsford on the Woodhall Estate, all those years ago, we’d never have gone to the Orpheus together, we’d never have gone dancing at the Corn Exchange, or to Dace’s to buy records or Clarke’s to buy Valentine cards, and the book would never have been written.
Lots of things are happening over the next few weeks. The first thing is the Chelmsford Launch. It’s next Saturday, 1 October, 6.30 pm and Mark Shelley and the Deans will be playing!
I first saw Mark Shelley and the Deans in about 1963 playing at the YMCA. I remember listening to the rhythm of the guitars and the crash of the drums, as they played all the rock classics – Chuck Berry’s Sweet Little Sixteen and Nadine, the Isley Brothers’ Twist and Shout, and the Buddy Holly hits – That’ll Be the Day, Peggy Sue, and True Love Ways. I know the group have been brushing up on all the old favourites for next Saturday (I’ve even written to Brian Matthew on Sounds of the Sixties, Saturday mornings on Radio 2, asking for a request to be played next Saturday for my sister – who gave me the idea for one of the characters in the book – and all the old Chelmsford mods – but I’m not holding my breath!) and it will be like stepping back in time! You will think you really are back in the Corn Exchange.
If you would like to come to the launch it would be great to see you. Contact me here.
Two dates for your diary
1 October – Chelmsford launch party
Mark Shelley and the Deans – Chelmsford’s greatest product (after Marconi’s radio) – will be playing at the Chelmsford launch of Beyond the Beehive.
Saturday 1 October 6.30 – 9pm The Ideas Hub
It’s going to be a great night! Numbers will be limited so please contact me here if you would like to attend.
25 October – What it was like being a teenager in the Sixties
If you can’t attend on 1 October, or if you just can’t get enough of the Sixties, I shall be speaking at the Ideas Hub in the afternoon of 25 October as part of the Chelmsford Ideas Festival – What it was like being a teenager in the Sixties.
25 October 2016 2.30 – 4.30 Ideas Hub For more information check here
It could get wild!
But it probably won’t.
Look forward to seeing you there!
Mark Shelley and the Deans – Chelmsford’s greatest product (after Marconi’s radio) – have said yes! to playing at the Chelmsford launch of Beyond the Beehive. Saturday 1 October. 6.30 at the Ideas Hub.
Great band, great book! Be there.
I was allowed to go to dances at the YMCA in Victoria Road. Perhaps because it was the YMCA and because my mum knew there was a church nearby. In fact, it was more like a church Social than anything else, although we heard stories about fights and even a stabbing on nights when we weren’t there. You climbed up the stairs to the first floor and people bunched round the walls, smoking, drinking orange squash. Some boys wore suits, there were a few bad jumpers, and girls in dresses with gathered skirts. At this point I only had a suedette jacket, so it didn’t really count as part of any mod heritage. I wore my stone coloured ski pants and my bottle green Fred Perry, and red socks with my moccasins.
The format was simple, records and local groups – Mark Shelley and the Deans mainly. This was where I first saw someone actually do the Turkey Trot, giving it all he’d got.
Sandra and I jived. We had been practising our jive for months. It was a very intricate, almost courtly dance, with precise movements. I couldn’t do it with anyone else, because they wouldn’t know the moves. Although I think that’s true of all good jiving. But there was none of the flinging of limbs that you see in old movies, no-one showed their petticoats, no-one got thrown across their partner’s back.
And we had to catch the half past ten bus home.