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Submitted: June 24, 2017

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Yes! Really!

A Selection of True Events in the Life of Terry Clough

{in no particular chronological order }

 

The Manx Paedophile:

Growing up in the 50's the words paedophile and homosexual were not words I remember being bandied around at Onchan School, in those days we were just warned ''don't talk to strangers'', we knew a tiny bit about sex though as it was rumoured that our teachers Miss D & Mr C had been caught ''kissing'' in the school cloakroom.

However, one evening I was standing waiting for the bus at Douglas Bus Station when I was approached by a man who asked me if I would like to go to the circus, at this time there was a Circus situated in a spare area of the bus station, my first thoughts were, this bloke is a murderer, my favourite books at that time included one called ''The Chinese Nail Murders'' so I reckon that's what made me suspicious, however, he seemed OK so I agreed he could take me to see the circus, and there were hundreds of people about so I should be safe enough.

Wrong ! After the circus he said he needed to go to the toilet, at that time there were underground toilets at the far end of the bus station opposite the Steam Packet Company offices, so I followed him in. I thought I would have a pee as well so we stood next to each other in the gents stalls, the next thing his hand grabbed my hand and put it on his willy, which was hard, I was shocked and ran away up the stairs. He followed me and asked me if I would meet him again the following night, I agreed just to get away and ran like mad through Duke Street and Strand Street catching a bus home at Howard Street Church.

I didn't tell anyone about the incident and soon put it out of my mind, I just got on with enjoying the summer holidays, lots to do, motor cycle gymkhana's at Onchan Stadium, fishing for bull heads, endless time spent in Molly Quirk's Glen and Groudle Glen, and toffee apples at the Port Jack Glen kiosk.

It wasn't until I was 15 years old starting my job as an apprentice joiner at the Isle of Man Harbour Board that the memory returned, one of my jobs {perks} was to keep the penny slot machines oiled in the public toilets around Douglas Harbour, and I was warned by the head joiner to beware of ''Brown Hatters'', it was explained to me that this was a term used to describe the homosexuals and paedophiles that used to hang around the toilets, and I thought to myself, ahh! that's who the bastard was...

Amsterdam 1967

In the summer of 1967 our band the Ray Norman Combo were still resident at the Palace Hotel and Casino playing for dancing in the Casino Cabaret Room. During the cabaret most nights as it was our break we would walk across the car park to the Palace Lido where there was also a summer show to watch the various acts, the girls dancing group that year were from Amsterdam, and there were some real beauties.

As the season progressed Ray and myself made friends with a couple of the dance troup, Ray's girl was the lead dancer, Eileen, and my date, Elsa, had the less glamourous job as the costume girl, dressing and repairs. Ray and myself both got on really well with the girls and at the end of the season they invited us to visit them in Amsterdam at any time.

We never thought seriously that we would ever see them again, our plans after the season were to go on holiday to London, visit the clubs, see that sights etc. Anyway, after a couple of days in London we both decided that we didn't like the place all that much and certainly didn't want to waste any more of our holidays there.

On the spur of the moment we thought, ahh, Amsterdam, and had a flight booked within the hour to Schiphol airport, Ray had Eileen's contact details handy so it was arranged that she would meet us at the airport and we would stay at her mother's house in a village about 15 minutes drive to Amsterdam city centre. I had not met Elsa yet, she lived in the city, but it was arranged that we would all meet up the next day.

Eileen's mother's house was really lovely but quite small so the sleeping arrangements were that I would kip down on the settee in the lounge and Ray {lucky sod} would share Eileen's bedroom. This was my first experience in understanding how the Dutch were a good deal more open minded than parents would be in the Isle of Man. Ray had a clearer picture of this the following morning, he was in the bath with Eileen when her mother popped her head round the bathroom door and asked if Ray would like a cup of tea.

Amsterdam was a fabulous city and the girls gave us the full tour, canal boat out into the harbour, town centre, huge hurdy gurdy type machine with a man selling chips with mayonnaise, the walk by the canal with the ''ladies of the night'' sat in the shop windows offering their services, and a visit to a night club where the clientel all seemed to be smoking peculiar cigarettes, I have never smoked so they were of no interest to me.

Elsa invited me to her apartment to meet her parents, her mother was lovely and made me very welcome but her father I think wasn't keen on his daughter going out with a musician, and even worse a bass player, he was sat in a darkened room watching football on the telly, his local team Ajax, he looked at me, grunted and that was it, back to the Isle of Man.  

Villa Marina Gardens Room:

Nelson Sound:

In the early 70's The Nelson Sound, who's members at this time were, John Nelson-Guitar, Gordon Elliot-Drums, Ken Jones-Vocal, Anne Smith-Vocal, Terry Clough-Bass, were booked by the local town councillor at the time {Dominic Delaney} to play in the Villa Marina Gardens Room for the summer season, mainly to play for dancing, but also as backing band for the Cabaret Star that had been booked for the season.

The cabaret star turn was a comedian from Liverpool named ''Al T Cosy'' , the opening night was a huge success and we all thought Al was the funniest man we had ever seen, the audience were rolling about laughing, he really was a real talent.

The next night however we were all brought down to earth when Al turned up for the show as pissed as a coot, he could hardly stand up, and that was bad news for a stand up comedian. He was terrible and the packed audience were nearly silent, he went down like a lead balloon, we in the band were so embarrassed we didn't know where to look, anyway, thankfully he staggered off and left us to try and resurect the mood with a bit of rock n roll.

Unfortunately this night set the tone for the whole season, when Al turned up sober he was brilliant, when he was drunk it was a dissaster, and we never knew what to expect each night, it was like Russian roulette and the season was a nightmare for all concerned. So much so that Dominic decided to close the Cabaret a week early and buggered off to Spain or somewhere on holiday, what he failed to realize and honour was that we had a musicians union contract stating our terms of payment for the season, Dominic or the Gardens Room management still owe the band about £420.00 which we are still waiting to receive 40 years or so later. John Nelson and myself tried on many occassions to get the money owed but without any success, and the local Musicians Union were no help at all. Sadly, John Nelson and Ken Jones have both passed away so I have not taken the matter any further..

There were a few bright moments during the season, one was the ''Opportunity Knocks'' auditions with Hughie Green, this programme was big on UK TV at the time, we did our audition to cheers from the locals but Hughie wasn't impressed, he said it was a good band but nothing different, fair enough comment.

There was one very sad moment that has stuck in my mind though, regarding a young lad about 8 or 9 years old who played guitar. Hughie pointed out to his father in a very polite manner that his son's guitar was out of tune with the piano that was needed for accompaniment during the audition, unfortunately the father lost his rag with Hughie shouting that his son always played the guitar in that key and would not change it, Hughie had no choice but to cancel the yound lads audition and the chance to show what he could do. Hughie was not to blame, he tried everything to make the dad understand that the guitar had to be in tune with the piano, but it was not to be.

The Sound Engineer:

Gaiety Theatre:

Using the expertise for sound recording I had obtained working with Robin Kelly at ''Kelly Records'' I applied and was accepted by the Gaiety Theatre manager, Bob Wilkinson, for the post of sound engineer at the theatre.

This was at a time when the summer seasons in the IOM were still quite busy, and I had a fantastic time meeting and working with a fabulous range of artists and performers that were booked to appear.

My favourite memories are of Norman Wisdom, Roy Castle, and Des O'Connor, there were many more of course but these stick in my mind as being real gentlemen, no ''big star syndrome'' just genuinely nice people. I have a letter from Norman thanking me for my efforts.

Roy Castle had a very difficult time at the Gaiety as his young son at the time had fallen off a cliff and was seriously injured and in Nobles Hospital, but being an artist the show had to go on, it was heartbreaking for him but he would get on with it, each night at the start of his act he would give a short report on how his son was doing, and then get into his act. He was wonderful and thankfully his son eventually fully recovered.

The Douglas Carnival was on and the Gaiety had a float, the people on the float were myself on sound, with a Honda Generator to power the amplifier for the microphone, Roy Castle on Trumpet, with his drummer providing the beat, and a few of the Gaiety Dancers, great night..

Palace Lido:

There were good times to at the Palace Lido as sound engineer and part time DJ.

Floyd on Food:

The TV Chef, Keith Floyd, was giving a demonstration for the Isle of Man W.I. And the Lido was packed with ladies in Laura Ashley dresses and big hats. At one point Keith asked for someone to assist him on stage and there was a stampede

One lady was chosen and she happily took her place next to Kieth on stage with a huge smile on her face. Keith handed her a cucumber and asked her to finely slice it and put the slices on a plate, this she did for about 10 minutes while Keith continued with his cooking demonstration, finally he got back to her, picked up the plate of sliced cucumbers and threw it across the stage saying, ''I can't stand the bloody things'' The lady was not happy and quickly left the stage, apparently he had a cruel sense of humour and was a bit of a git..

Mohamed Bally:

My job at the junior boxing tournament in the Lido was easy enough, I just had to switch the microphone on and off and raise it up and down for use of the referee to announce the various bouts.

The boxers were all young lads I think about 10 or 12 years old, one boy I remember before his fight started was moving around like Cassius Clay, practising all his punches and posing in great style, dance like a butterfly and sting like a bee. Unfortunately when the fight started he got one early punch on the nose and ran out of the ring crying, don't blame him, it's a tough bloody sport.

The Bee Gees:

Another great moment at the Lido was with the Bee Gees, they had just released their record Jive Talkin and the BBC wanted to film them for Top of The Pops. Barry Gibb popped into our music shop in Douglas and asked could he borrow an acoustic guitar for the recording, I lent him my Hofner Jumbo.

Barry also had the problem that they didn't have anywhere for the BBC to film them, I suggested that we could possibly use the Lido where I was sound engineer but I would have to check with the manager Derek Norris, Derek agreed to rent us the place for the afternoon for £25.00, Barry agreed to this so the recording was on.

The BBC arrived at the Lido and all they kept asking me was for ''more light, more light'' the lighting at the Lido was not great but they cracked on with it anyway, it only took about 30 minutes, the Bee Gees stood on the Lido stage and mimed to their record of Jive Talkin which was playing on a portable cassette player out of site on the stage. The BBC video was shown on that weeks T.O.T.P. , however, the quality was not good and the following week with Jive Talkin moving up the charts the Bee Gees were invited to the BBC Top of The Pops studios to do the job properly. I have asked the BBC for a copy of the original Lido recording but they say it has been destroyed or recorded over, pity I would have liked a copy.

Andy Gibb:

Around this time Andy Gibb was also working on the island with his local band, in the band were John Stringer – Drums, and John Alderson-Guitar, and Andy of course who really was a fabulous vocalist, like his brothers he was very talented. We had several demo-recording sessions in our studio in Victoria Street.

The Bee Gees parents lived in Alexander Drive, Douglas and their father, Hugh, was also a musician, he loved to play the electronic organ. One day when we were delivering a new organ to the house we asked about a brand new little red sports car in the drive that had a big ribbon wrapped around it, we were told it was Andy's 16th birthday and the car was his present, he was really chuffed...

The Grumbleweeds:

The Grumbleweeds were a fabulous musical comedy act that often used to perform in the Isle of Man at that time, they were based in Blackpool so it was handy for them. I forget their names but the bloke who looked liked Charlie Drake asked if he could use our recording studio in Douglas to make a demo of a song he had just written, we had a very funny couple of days and the song was called ''I'm Going Bald'' it was brilliant but I never heard anything more..

The Video Shop:

After renting a couple of video films from T.H. Colebourns from their stock of a dozen or so, I thought, there has to be a better way of doing this, and so the idea of ''The Video Shop'' was born. I rented a shop premises on Prospect Hill, fitted it out with the correct video shelving and stocked it with hundreds of the latest movies, it went a bomb from the first day it opened and it was obvious that I would need help to run the place, I gave my mate Ray Norman a call and he agreed to assist with the project.

One of the first problems that we had was that about 50% of the customers joining the video club were using Betamax video machines as T.H. Colebourns were the main island agents for Betamax, and we were finding that when ordering video movies only about 25% of the available movies were on Betamax, 75% were on V.H.S. , and we thought that this situation was unfair to our Betamax clients.

Our solution was that we would copy the V.H.S. Movie Tapes on to Betamax, we had been told that most video shops in the UK were offering this service for Betamax customers, unfortunately it was illegal, breaking copyright laws, and the Betamax copies were classed as ''Pirate Videos''. One day a team of ''video inspectors'' arrived from the UK seized all our ''Pirate Movies'' and half a dozen ''Porno'' movies that Ray had for special customers under the counter.

We were taken to court and fined £700.00 and the headlines in the IOM Examiner the next day read something like ''750 pornographic and pirate videos seized from Douglas shop''. We failed to mention in court that the Douglas Police were our best customers for the porn videos and had several on hire during the court case, no point in upsetting our friends..

The Video Shop Dublin:

Ray and myself decided to open a video business in Dublin at the request of a couple of Irish businessmen, there were three branches, one in Dublin city centre opposite the halfpenny bridge, another in Dun Laoghaire Shopping Centre near the port, and another in an out of town housing estate called Finglas.

At first we would export the video movies from the IOM via air to Dublin airport, but the duty and purchase tax was ridiculous, nearly 30%, so it was decided to transport them from our suppliers in the UK to Belfast and drive them down and smuggle them across the border.

I was in our Dublin city office one day when this bloke appeared saying he wanted 10 copies of a V.H.S. Master tape he was carrying, I said , no problem and we agreed a price, when he had gone one the Irish lads said to me, do you know who that was Terry ?, I said no, why ? he said it was an IRA man. Apparently the tape contents were an IRA party political broadcast, they would pass them around the main bars in Dublin and at the time that the local TV channels broadcast the official election programme the barman would be asked kindly to play the video.

It was also suggested to our man in Dublin by the IRA man that when driving the tapes down from Belfast and over the border, it would be better to use a route where NO ONE would stop us or ask any questions, the instructions were easy. ''When leaving Newry on the Dublin Road and about 100 yards from the Customs Post, turn Left into Kelly's Road, drive another 100 yards to a school and turn Right, drive another 500 yards and turn Right again, after another 100 yards you are back on the main road, but across the border''

I duly arrived in Belfast one night on the ferry from Scotland and drove south around midnight, there was nothing else on the road as I approached the border I could see the customs post lit up like Blackpool illuminations, I followed instructions as given and never saw a sole, it did cross my mind though that my car headlights would be in view of the customs post as I was the only bloody car on the road and they could clearly see my every move, anyway, after that Ray and myself sold the Irish business, best let them get on with it in their own way.

Peter Kneale {Manx Radio}

Some years previous to Ray and myself getting involved in the Irish video project I had been dealing with a company in the Republic of Ireland that owned and ran ''Eamonn Andrews Studios'' and the Gaiety Theatre in Dublin. In 1976 I had recorded the Mannin Folk LP ''King of the Sea'' using the studios in Dublin.

I was contacted by the director of the company asking if I had any contacts at Manx Radio, the Isle of Man's local radio station, in those days I pretty well knew everyone there but the main man was Peter Kneale.

I asked them what they wanted and they replied that they would like to talk about the possiblity of running the radio station on the Manx Government's behalf with the intention of increasing the broadcasting power of the station to compete with Radio Luxembourg. I put this to Peter and a trip to Dublin was arranged to discuss their idea in detail. I believe there were full discussions between the company, Peter, and the Manx Government, with at one point Eamonn Andrews involved, but the idea was not taken further.

Peter and myself were treated very well in Dublin, a trip to the Gaiety Theatre to see a show, and a very interesting tour around Ireland's premier radio station, RTE Radio Eireann. At this time they had just competed their new studios outside the city centre in a green field site.

We were impressed, they had basicily just dug a huge hole in a field to house all the sound studios below ground level to avoid noise pollution, the surrounding soil acting as sound insulation, the main offices were situated at ground level.

They told us a couple of stories which could be Irish blarney, but had a ring of truth. When working in Dublin city centre in the old studios the radio station staff would supplement their wages by running unofficial betting shops, when the station moved inland they lost their city clients and could not survive on the radio station wages, so they left.

The other less likely story is that the management were trying to sack one of the staff but nobody wanted to tell him, so they waited until he went on holiday and moved his desk and phone out of the office, hoping that when he returned he got the hint and left. However, when he returned and noticed his stuff was gone, he just went to the storeroom and replaced everything and carried on as normal....

Terry The Taxi Driver:

On my return from Spain I was giving taxi driving a go and for the most part really enjoying it, I didn't often do nights though as the thought of late disco revellers spewing up in the car was not appealing. I liked early mornings through to about tea time. A coincidence though was that the ''taxi inspector'' who had put me through my knowledge test at his office at Strathallan Crescent, started school at the same school in Heywood in Lancashire as I had attended as a four year old. {Magdala Street School}, small world.

Best Ever Job:

It was a hell of a morning, gales, rain, mist and fog on high ground, a typical Manx summers day. I was called to collect a lady at a farmhouse in the hills way up past Strang at 11am, I struggled to find the house but eventually did arriving 10 minutes late. The lady in her forties got into the back seat, all hoity toity and posh, she was complaining that I was late and that she had to get to a hair appointment on Douglas prom, I apologized blaming the weather and that was that.

However, I recognised the lady instantly as someone I had known in the rock n roll days, but I said nowt, until she said, do I know you from somewhere? I said, Yes ! it's Terry, I used to shag you on the stairs of our music shop, suddenly the posh attitude disappeared and she was friendly again, just one of the gang, a classic moment.

I have had a few famous people in the cab, the olympic swimmer Sharron Davies and her husband, she couldn't get to Ronaldsway quick enough, she said get me off this bloody island, that's the polite version. Also Steven Fry, very polite, Sefton Hotel to the Nunnery grounds, he was making a movie with Julie Andrews. David Bowie and his personal assistant, again very polite a real gentleman, Castlemona Hotel to The Place in the Park for a meal and back.

Then there were the stuck up bastards from Bairings Bank, sat in the back of the taxi on the way to the airport boasting loudly about about how much money they had made that day, the twats asked me for a receipt so I signed it Nick Leeson, they didn't notice..

Mallorca:

I was living and working in Mallorca importing various frozen foods from the UK, including Manx Ices. I had spent 6 months getting all the paperwork I needed from the Spanish Government to allow me to import British Food, all the licences were correct and in place.

Our first wagon load arrived from the UK for customs clearance in Barcelona containing 26 pallets of frozen sausages from Halls of Broxburn in Scotland and Mcintoshes sausages from Aberdeen, mostly destined for selected Thompson Hotels in the Balearics. However, on arrival at the customs we were informed that the paperwork was not correct, I was annoyed at this as we had been over everything with a fine toothed combe, dotting all the i's etc.

We contacted the suppliers and the meat marketing board in the UK by fax and they confirmed that everything was in order, the customs in Barcelona again refused entry so we contacted the head customs office in Madrid, the Madrid reply was ''Sorry we can't help the Barcelona office are a law unto themselves''

At this point our wagon driver had had enough, he got into the wagon and drove it out of the customs pound, and was arrested and thrown in Jail, 30 minutes later they released him and the wagon without a word and he continued his journey on the ferry to Mallorca.

At this time I was living with an English lady in the hills near Palma who had in her farmhouse two art gallerys, one with a permanent display and one that held monthly exhibitions by various artists. One of these artists was the Palma Chief of Police, Inspector Moreno.

One day I was explaining to the inspector the problems that I had with the customs people in Barcelona, he just laughed and said ''Terry Terry, you are doing it all wrong'' , he then went on to explain that the normal practise was to leave ''samples'' of the product at the rear of the wagon so when the customs opened the door there was some loose product on view, they then took a few ''samples'' away for their families, from then on we always had a few boxes of Sara Lee chocolate cakes on board, and never again had a single importing problem. A lesson that could be learnt by our exporters today, when in Europe think European.

The Argentinian:

I had met a beautiful Argentinian lady in Palma, she was probably a couple of years older than me but stunning, she was a psychiatrist so I thought I could be in deep shit, she was divorced from her Italian husband though so the coast was clear. We had shared a few dinner dates and this particular night I had arranged to pick her up at her apartment in Palma at around 7-30, I arrived on time {of course, can't stand being late} and rang the doorbell, Marta opened the door and she was stood there in just the skimpiest of nightwear, I said, I thought we were going for dinner, and she said, ''first we make love, it gives me an appetite''. The sexiest thing a women has ever said to me {to date}

Marta was from Buenos Aires and was from a wealthy family, her grandfather used to work for the Argentian president Juan Peron, as I understand not a gangster, but an agriculturist, and agriculture has always and remains vitally important to the economy of Argentina. Marta lived in a big house with servants, the whole thing, unfortunately she was very short on doing the basics herself, hopeless at cooking, just about boil an egg, which may be a clue as to why her Italian husband divorced her, probaly having a wife that can't cook is illegal in Italy. Also she could not iron clothes, hadn't a clue, all her clothes were very expensive non ironable types.

Marta went back to Buenos Aires on the death of her grandfather and I have not seen her since, I was tempted when living in the IOM again to visit Buenos Aires, but I never did, it's a strange thing, there was a hit song around at the time called Jessie and it really awakened my urge to leave the island again, in fact everytime I hear it I am drawn to Spain..

Seve Ballesteros:

Marta and myself had decided to move away from the heat of the Mediterranean for a while, and I suggested that we try northern Spain on the Bay of Biscay. I was familiar with this area having travelled many times on the ferry from Plymouth to Santander, and Santander is a beautiful city. We managed to find a nice apartment about 5 minutes drive from town in an area called Sardinera, a little up the estuary from Santander.

Marta had an Argentinian friend living and working in Santander as an accountant, and he had many contacts in the local community, and was a member of Seve Ballesteros's golf club in Pedrena, this was just across the estury opposite Santander. Marta's friend {name slips my mind} had tickets for a golf tournament in Pedrena, The USA verses Spain.

This took place the week after the British Open Championship and really was just friendly get together at the invitation of Seve. The USA team were Payne Srewart and Tom Watson, and representing Spain were Seve and Jose Maria Olazabal.

It wasn't like The Open of course, there were just a few hundred people at most following the golfers round, and lucky me was one of them. As a bit part golfer I was impressed seeing them so close up, and striking the ball so well, Tom Watson in particular was fantastic. Spain won.

Manx Friends:

Back to Palma Nova now in Mallorca where I was still busy with the frozen food business, apart from Thompson Hotels I used to supply many of the hotels on the island that had British clients, apparently the Spanish sausages use to explode in the ovens when cooked in mass so the British non bangers were preferred.

This gave me a lot of contacts with hotel owners which helped when I got a phone call from my friend in the IOM, Ken Daly. Ken was trying to get last minute accommodation for the whole family in Palma Nova, but being August everything was fully booked, anyway I said I would ask around the hotels and get back. I explained the problem to one of the hoteliers in Palma Nova with a very nice quality hotel on the beach, ideal for Ken and family, but Ken and the gang wanted three rooms, if possible next or close to each other.

I thought this was going to be impossible but the owner asked me how they were going to pay, I said American Express Gold Card, what he did next shocked me, he grabbed the bookings book and crossed out three British families and put Ken's name in their place, these were probably nice British families who had selected and booked their holiday months before. I asked the owner what would happen to them and he said they would be met at the airport, told they had been double booked, and transported to another hotel in a different part of Mallorca. I pressed the owner again about this and he said that generally British Holiday companies were poor and slow payers and the hotel would much rather have the money in their bank. Anyway, Ken and the gang had a great holiday, I never did mention at who's cost.

San Agustin:

Ray Norman and myself had bought a small 2 bedroom apartment in San Agustin between us as somewhere to escape to after a long hard summer season at the Palace Hotel and Casino. It wasn't all plain sailing of course and we had one particular dissaster that was very embarrassing. Our solicitors in Douglas at the time were Kelly, Luft, Stanley, and Ashton, and we had mentioned that we had this apartment in Mallorca that they were welcome to rent.

Anyway, Barry Stanley took us up on the offer and flew off to Mallorca for their holidays, dissaster, on arriving at the apartment they discovered that there had been a flood at the apartment above that had brought our ceiliing downh, they were up to their knees in rubbish, nothing we could do from the IOM to help so they had to book into a hotel, I flew out a couple of weeks later to sort the place out, I think it was just after this event that Ray sold me his share in the apartment.

Just down the road from San Agustin is the area known as Cala Mayor, one day I was showing some friends around a very nice apartment block in this location looking for a particular flat, but couldn't find it, so I knocked on a door and Geoff Duke opened it, I said Hi Geoff, as if I had known him all my life and asked if he knew the bloke we were looking for, I don't know who was more surprised. Following the TT from an early age I always have this picture of Geoff in my mind zipping around Signpost Corner on his Norton {1} it was great to meet him.

A few years down the line I was to become a small shareholder in a British Nursing home in San Agustin, The Atalaya. We had ran the place a couple of years when our ''main man'' died of cancer, he was the doctor so we decided to sell the place, we were asking for around £700.000, one day the footballer Graeme Souness turned up wearing a flash white suit and carrying a briefcase, I think it was his solicitor or accountant that was with him, he opened the briefcase to show us CASH £450,000, unfortunately we couldn't sell for that price and no deal was done, that was all he was offering.

Talking of celebrity's Errol Flynn used to own a beach house in San Agustin in the old days when it was just a small fishing village, all that is left of the house now kept as a small monument, is probably about 20ft of circular wall, on this wall Eroll Flynn had a Gargoyle built as a water spout in the shape of a penis, guess where the water came out ….

I hope you enjoyed some of my spoutings

Terry xx


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