Dabbling With The Esoteric

Marc Bolan had a strange magical voice like he was singing in a different language, and he lived with a wizard in France for a while, stuff I could only dream of doing. Maybe in the future. Dad said I should concentrate more on real life rather than being off with the fairies. Maybe I should concentrate less?

Anyway, to fill the music black hole, I started reading. Not fictional stories but true supernatural stuff. I read that in Russia, the Soviets were training candidates to be telescopic, or telepathic, something like that. Being able to move objects by thought alone. Yes, mind over matter. I could do that! Well, I couldn’t. Yet. But I could learn. How hard could it be? I reckon within a couple of weeks I’d be able to throw people against walls simply by pushing the force through the palm of my hand.

The Russian candidates underwent card tests, predicting a sequence of special psychotherapy cards with simple shapes on them such as a square, triangle, diamond, circle or three wavy lines (my favourite). I didn’t have that deck of cards so I didn’t bother with that test and I skipped several others because they sounded really boring. The first fun-looking experiment was for advanced level psychic students and involved the heavy-duty task of separating a yolk from the albumen of a hen’s egg using power of the mind, only. The separation would be undertaken in a tank of water.

As luck would have it a fish tank freshly filled with water and an oxygenating bubbler had appeared in my room in anticipation of winning a goldfish at the upcoming fair at Barking Park. But right now I requisitioned it in the name of science.

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Excerpt from ‘The Playlist’, (Hard Egg Publishing 2020) available from Amazon. UK / US

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The following video is purely an illustration of the excellent music around at the time and is for enjoyment purposes only

TRex “Jeepster” available from all good music outlets

Quiche Me Quick


Walls have ears, and these days they have eyes too. Surveillance technology is so advanced that it makes espionage virtually impossible. So, to avoid detection, the spies in this café are communicating through micro-gestures: a barely perceptible eye roll; a twitch of an ear; the clockwise movement of a little finger… all mumbo jumbo to you and me, but to Agent Yuri, he’s just ordered a quiche

Old Tech Problems

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Pete has invited Marsha to take a sneaky peek round the apartment he will be renting

“Nice place, Pete. It has an arty, antiquated vibe about it. I love… Why is there a tin can hanging from a string on the wall?”

“Oh, that’s the  telephone.”

“Does it work?”

“Well, it hasn’t rung yet.”

“I’ll try,” Marsha picks up the can, listens to it. Taps it on the wall. “HELLO HELLO? Nah, the line’s dead.”

“I’d better get an engineer on to it then.”