...what else?...well, this evening...i was to remember a bit more about the following...remember how it had been mark r who had instructed 'little colin' to go chase eileen atkins?

...and you wonder what mark r had been up to, in relation to the above?....well, let me take you back through the mists of time...to the late 60s, blackheath...mrs fishwick's....eileen was a friend-from-the-theatre....anne fishwick had a lot of 'trendy friends' and often from the 'theatre crowd'...see previous notes upon richard harris etc etc....but then the fishwicks were up and coming graphic designers...and everything was 'a la mode'....eileen was very much like rimington in many ways....anyway, mrs fishwick was to point me out....eileen shook her head...she then pointed to the little 'jonathan ross' (although that wasn't the name that he went by, at the time - mrs fishwick had told us that his family clan were very important indeed...one of the oldest irish clans - what was the name again...something like 'moyes'?)...."he looks like one of my sprogs...they all look like that" eileen was to comment...so another 'queen bee' then?...rather like rimington....

let me continue....roll on the decades....and mark r was to tell little colin to make a beeline for eileen...and then to go on the jonathan ross show....and tell him about it.....although "don't worry - he already knows"....getting little colin to make passes at ross' real mother....a bit 'divisive', huh? Anyway, as far as i know...eileen knew how to deal with 'naughty boys'...she had a baseball bat in her room-in-the-theatre....little colin was to state afterwards that she had asked him if he wanted to play....with himself as the ball....he declined...go figure.

...oh and it gets worse....i shall explain with the help of 'pics from today'....remember scarlett and rimington walking me down the seafront/prom between dovercourt and harwich...just after we had walked around the promontory...they were to take me up the bank....into the bushes...where there was a small clearing....somebody had left the white hot ashes/wood of a bonfire, behind...there was still a smouldering log lodged into it....scarlett was to take out the log and brand my ankle with it....i couldn't walk afterwards....they left me, on the path....crying with pain....remember scarlett and the 'scars'?...see previous notes upon all of that....oh and there's more...but i've already talked about how my mother - sylvia gyde, that is...was to laugh at the horrible scar...tell me that it was probably cancer and not to treat it...a bit like that open festering 'wound' that dr tony smith once had, upon his leg....he was to tell the fishwicks that his doctor had told him that it couldn't be treated....what nonsense....once the scar tissue has grown over the open wound...one treats it as one might any burn...and eventually...after a long time...it goes away....which was what was to happen to that scar upon my ankle....go figure.

anyway, i now know that it had been atkins with scarlett....projecting rimington...and yes, they were really rather alike, in so many ways...go figure.