Michael Eaton: Streets of Stories

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Photo: Graham Lester George

If you’re thinking of embarking on a journalism career to make money, forget it. If you like meeting interesting people, then this is the profession for you. Example. As part of the Festival of Words I did a literary walk around Nottingham with Michael Eaton. We agreed to make it a donation event so that anybody could join in. Our motivation was to share our love of the local literature scene in the hope that people would feel better about their city now that they could point out where Graham Greene once worked as a sub editor. We collected £30 in donations at the end of the two hour trot which went towards a round that came to £27.50. I was amazed that I had £2.50 left over which we could split. Then the Irish coffee turned up for one of our guests and I’d forgot to tell the barman she was allergic to milk. Another was ordered costing £3.75, meaning I was £1.25 down. I didn’t ask Michael for his 62p. As far as literature events go this was a more than reasonable loss. 

 

Photo: Graham Lester George

Photo: Graham Lester George

What I got out of the walk was the opportunity to spend two hours with Michael Eaton. Michael has a remarkable memory, having researched much of the city and its characters for his plays. An anthropologist at heart he’s fascinated by people. His motivation for writing about Harold Shipman was that they shared similar backgrounds yet had chosen such differing paths. He loves his documents as well, bringing an immaculate copy of William Booth’s In Darkest England along for the journey which he proudly informs was passed down from his grandfather.

Photo: Graham Lester George

Photo: Graham Lester George

Michael is a Dickensian character, large of frame and eccentric in character. He informs that Philip James Bailey’s Festus is the longest poem ever published with more words in it than the Old Testament. He throws his head back for dramatic effect, nearly nutting the person behind him. When this fails to receive a gasp he lowers his head forwards as if the knowledge is weighing him down. Then he bursts into life again, contorting his neck sideways, catching the eye of the woman to his left who he stares at intently until he gets the reaction he believes such facts deserve. Before you can roll a tab he’s singing Billy Merson songs and insisting you join in, jumping around with an ease that is unbefitting of a man his size. And then he’ll turn to the nearest person and take their hand, holding it softly as he imparts more information. You feel slightly embarrassed to be stood in public holding an older man’s hand. And then calm. Like you’ve just been whisked back to childhood and are waiting with a parent for the bus.

Photo: Graham Lester George

Photo: Graham Lester George

Our second festival walk on Wednesday saw 35 people turn up in the freezing cold. I couldn’t believe it. It was a magical walk with punters sharing their own interpretations of folklore as we went along, filling the streets with more stories. I wasn’t surprised at how many were oblivious to the plaques scattered around the city and our rich literary heritage. Nottingham has never been very good at standing up for itself, preferring to concentrate energies on taking others to task. That’s why we decided to do the walk. So that Nottingham could see something else lurking between Primark and the latest Tesco Express.

Byron expert Christy Fearn joined us on the walk. Photo: Graham Lester George

Byron expert Christy Fearn joined us on the walk. Photo: Graham Lester George

As promised, here’s a suggested reading list for some of the walk.

Langtry’s Emrys Bryson (1982) Portrait of Nottingham
Theatre Royal Billy Merson (1949) The Spaniard that blighted my life
Express Offices Norman Sherry (1989) The Life of Graham Greene Vol 1. 1904 – 1939
Cloughie statue David Peace (2007) The Damned United
Market Square James Walker (2012) Sillitoe Trail and Ann Featherstone (2007) The Journals of Sydney Race, 1892-1900.
Exchange Building Henry Kirke White (1803) Clifton Grove, a Sketch in Verse, with other Poems
Pelham Street J M Barrie (1911) Peter and Wendy (later changed to Peter Pan)
Pelham Street/Carlton Street Lord Byron (1812) Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
George Street Claire Tomalin (2012) Charles Dickens: A life
Broadway Cinema Nicola Monaghan (2007) The Killing Jar and William Booth (1890) In Darkest England and the Way Out
Stoney Street Jon McGregor (2003) If nobody speaks of remarkable things
St. Mary’s Church (1450) Robin Hood and the Monk
Weekday Cross Mary Howitt (1829) The Spider and the Fly
Middle Pavement Philip James Bailey (1839) Festus

Tom Hathaway ‘Full Chicken Jacket’

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Author photo.

Most authors live dull lives, let’s be honest. Locked away in a room conjuring reality through the medium of words rather than experiencing it. Tom Hathaway does not fall into this category. He’s lived the kind of life that is pure fiction. Recently he’s served 71 days in Britain’s toughest jail on a weapons charge; managed the charcuterie department at Fortnum and Mason; taken Lawrence Dallaglio out for a round of golf and found time to natter with Michael Cain, Nigel Havers and Dave Spinks. He’s buried his mother, divorced his wife, pissed 200k up the wall, wined and dined the Glasgow underworld, slept rough in the streets of Munich and now he’s sleeping rough on the streets of Nottingham. And without a cosy office or garret has released two more books. Pretty impressive.

His writing style certainly reflects his complex and unfathomable life. Below is one of the initial emails I received from him. It oozes personality and was a refreshing change from the usual suspects. I’ve translated his email, which took a while…

jarud sed i have to talk to yo iffah womp more press.

woll, ah womp more press, yer boggerz, yer. Nah then. ah never noo leff larn edda pussiffic bux editer – Well, how very most posh an lardy bleddy daah – charmed am shor, dontcha know, dontcha know. so gimme some more press then. av nocked aht two bux so al sennum cha if yer womp, Your Most Gracious an umble pestilence. Burriff yo rettnin on not geenuz a big spred, dont fugget – Ahv got yer monkey, so any girl bizniss an the cash gets it – unnerstan? nah, then – gerron weeit, yer bogger yo…
avverz xx

wiwdoo jimbo – yo wewcumm duk
avverz

Jared said I have to talk to you if I want more press.

Well, I want more press, you buggers, you. Now then, I never knew LeftLion had a specific book editor – Well, how very most posh and lardy-bloody-dah – charmed I am sure, don’t you know. So give me some more press then. I have knocked out two books so I will send them to you if you want, your most gracious and humble pestilence. But if you are reckoning on not giving me a big spread, don’t forget – I’ve got your monkey, so any girl business and the cash gets it – understand. Now, then – get on with it, you bugger, you…
Hathers xx

Will do Jimbo – you are welcome, duck.

Hathaway

A review of Tom’s book Full Chicken Jacket is reviewed in issue 51 of LeftLion by MulletProofPoet who has also been given the challenge of interviewing Tom for a future issue or online.