Authors: Ian Sansom
They were expecting most people to turn up around midnight. By then it'd be packed. You wouldn't be able to move. Ricky said he'd be coming in at about 10 with the drugs. Loads of people from the Institute were coming after pub chucking-out time. Wally Lee, even, who was playing a gig himself up at Maxine's, some line-dancing thing, said he'd be in later.
âIt's gonna be totally crazy, ' Paul told Scunty again, as he lined up his records. âIt's gonna be massive.'
A couple of people had turned up at 8, but they were local grungy teenagers just, and they handed over their money, wandered around the ground floor of the hotel, and then sat down on the milk crates in the old chapel, rolled something up and started smoking it. The teenagers were Bethany, in fact, Francie and Cherith's daughter, and her boyfriend, Kirk, who is several years older and who owns a car.
Bethany is not like Kirk's other girlfriends â as a minister's daughter she has all the appeal of forbidden fruit, the guileless, trusting nature of the truly meek and mild, and she is reckless enough to try anything. It's a winning combination and Kirk is completely obsessed with her. Bethany, meanwhile, remains obsessed with CO
2
emissions, the hole in the ozone layer, CFCs, acid rain and the prospect of nuclear war: she's into what Kirk calls globiality. Kirk couldn't get into it himself. What Kirk and Bethany have in common is the same musical taste, beginning with Nu-Metal and Marilyn Manson, and going right back to Nirvana and further back even to the
Doors. Music is what had brought them together in the first place and why they were here â the promise of something so loud that it would take them out of themselves and out of our small town. They were discussing where to buy drugs and whether amyl nitrate was any good or not. Kirk claimed it was excellent, although he'd never had any and wasn't quite sure what it was. He assumed it was something you got in a chemist's.
After smoking what they believed to be a joint of the highest quality THC dope and which was, in fact, tobacco sprinkled with Tesco's Mixed Herbs, but which seemed to have had the required head-spinning effect, Bethany tossed the butt away and embraced Kirk in what she hoped was a passable imitation of a vampish manner and kissed him, using her tongue in the way her last boyfriend, Danny, had taught her. The technique certainly seemed to work with Kirk, although all the herbs made it taste a bit like kissing an omelette, and she had to take a break after a few minutes to catch her breath and to pick a few strands of rosemary from her teeth.
Paul saw them kissing at the same moment he saw the flames, and right away he knew it was time to get out.
It began along one of the chapel's remaining panelled walls, a wall crusted thick with a century's dirt and varnish but which still held an engraved metal tablet listing the names of all those from our town who had died in the Great War, names familiar to all of us still today, the Cuddys and the Cannings and the Grieves and the Hawkinses and the McCruddens: the great Unfallen. It was a slow starter, the fire, appropriately enough, but then it suddenly found its feet and leapt up into the hidden cavities and voids behind the panelling, and spread upwards and outwards, round the walls and up and out into the dining room and the arcade and the bedrooms upstairs, leaping, jumping and breaking through all the enclosures of the Quality Hotel, through every wall and vaulting every obstacle, the flames and hot gases catching on to the natural air currents
and moving out and across the plastic fibre carpets, through the stud walls, along the suspended ceiling tiles and rushing through the ventilation and lift shafts. The twentieth century was destroyed within minutes. The rest of the building took longer.
People die in a fire for one of two reasons: either they burn to death quickly or they're slowly asphyxiated, and Paul did not intend to die either way. He had assembled all of this, all the gear, all the people soon to be arriving. He had made something happen. Or at least something which was about to happen. But now he was going to have to close down before he'd even properly begun. It was a disappointment, but he had no choice.
He did two things.
He shouted âFire!' and then he ran. Scunty and Bethany and Kirk followed him out into the Italian garden, where, like the rest of the town, they stood and watched.
The last person to see it was Sammy.
It was just a small flame, which had danced along the top of the roof of the Quality Hotel, until it reached the adjoining building, the building which housed the Oasis, where Sammy was inside.
He was in the spa pool, as usual â the Oasis was shut down for Christmas, but he was there, in the pool just the same, and in his mind he was with little Josh. In his mind Josh was about fourteen tonight, which was a good age, because it meant he still enjoyed Christmas but he was also good to talk to, and so the two of them talked about how the past year had gone, and Josh was delighted with the presents Sammy had bought him.
At first Sammy thought he was smelling in his imagination, which he'd done before â he'd smelt Josh many, many times, reminders of the evening when his little boy had died, when he'd let him down â but then the smoke began to fill
his
lungs, and it felt like acid, and the more he tried to breathe, the more he found himself choking, and he'd try to take a breath and then another breath, but it felt like someone pouring burning liquid into the back of his throat. He retched and tried to take a deeper breath, which was worse, and finally to escape the fire he went down under the water.
Davey Quinn missed it all. He didn't see a thing. He didn't look back. He never took his eyes off the road.
Davey wasn't going to lose the momentum of this journey. It had taken a long time to build up to it. There was no way he was stopping now. This could be the start of bigger and better things. As he passed the golf club, the outskirts, with their stone sleeping lions, he gave a sigh of relief.
He was leaving town, with Lorraine.
He threw the bus up on to the motorway. He'd earned his PCV licence years ago when he was living in London, and now a job had come up, driving a tour bus round Europe â he'd found it on the Internet â and he'd jumped at it.
They were getting away. First stop London, then Paris, Rome, down to Spain and back again. They'd be gone for eight months of the year, staying in a different hotel every night. It sounded absolutely perfect. He'd heard of people who'd gone as far away as Turkey.
It was funny, leaving. Everything looked exactly the same: the same rolling hills, the same patches of fields and houses, the same roundabouts, the motorway. It was all just as he remembered it. Nothing had changed. Only the weather.
âWow,' said Lorraine, pointing, excited. âSnow!'
âHuh,' said Davey.
*
Biscuits, also, were a godsend. Eaten with cheese, Mr Donelly found that three digestives provided him with a perfectly satisfactory lunch, with perhaps a custard cream or a bourbon to follow. He'd never been keen on pasta, and he now also avoided potatoes and rice â the only complex carbohydrate he could still be bothered with was bread. He bought a small white lodger twice a week from the Brown and Yellow Cake Shop. He found he could no longer stomach heavy bread.
*
See
Delia Smith's Christmas,
pp. 20â1.
*
See the
Impartial Recorder,
22 October 2001.
*Paradise Lost is the creation, or the miscreation, or the brainchild, shall we say, of a forty-two-year-old blonde interior design consultant who calls herself Kitty these days, but whom we all know as plain brunette Katherine Crone, who is originally from here, but who now lives far away, and who works for the big pub-and-club-and-restaurant conglomerate Donovan's, who own, lease, or otherwise control and manage most of what used to be our town's little privately owned and personally run pubs and bars. Kitty travels hither and thither, sprinkling her fantastical designs like fairy dust over dry and dusty drinking holes and crippled old discos, transforming them into absurd, hyper-real palaces of delight. She specialises, according to her pale-pink business card, in âCreating and Sourcing Innovative Themes', and Paradise Lost is certainly a theme, if not entirely innovative. It is more lush, more exotic, more simply picturesque than anywhere else in town, perhaps with the exception of Bloom's, and possibly the Leisure Centre when the line dancing is on, and it boasts more nature, frankly, and has more healthy-looking fronds per square inch than even the People's Park, which looks brown and dirty and broken in comparison, naked and denuded, particularly in winter, which lasts here from around about 1 September until Easter. Paradise Lost looks like a Polynesian jungle all year round: a Polynesian jungle, that is, with the added benefit of tequila slammers, a chill-out room, and a state-of-the-art PA and sound system. Bob had considered getting Kitty in to design the first of his franchise Speedy Bap!, but he was really looking for something a little simpler, a little less like Babylon and a little bit more Seattle. He was thinking
Frasier.
*
Norman had learnt the hard way. He'd been booked a few years ago to do a children's party up in the city â the parents were lawyers, which should have been a warning. Norman had double booked by accident and had to cancel the engagement at the last minute, and the parents had sued him for breach of contract. It had ruined him. He'd had a nice little semi outside the ring road, and had been working for years in show business, and working on his garden: he had his own koi pond, and grew lovely geraniums and strawberries in the summer, lovely happy fruits and flowers. He was living in a caravan now, out on Womack's caravan park on the Old Green Road, with just a couple of plastic planters for a garden, and he'd thought about giving it all up, especially after he'd had the heart attack, but then he thought, well, if he was going to be dead soon, which he was, he might as well keep going. Norman believed in magic. But he wasn't daft. These days he also believed in insurance.
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The index is intended for the curious, the wary and the professionally lazy. It is perhaps less interesting than the Preface and probably less informative than the Acknowledgements. Its one great advantage is that it may be used as a substitute for reading the book itself â no bad thing. Skimming and skipping are two of the great pleasures of reading, although the fastidious may, of course, disagree; they may also take courtesy for a gimmick.
The entries are by no means exhaustive. Some words â T, for example â have been deemed too insignificant for inclusion, while some concepts â let us say âlove' â have been regarded as too large. As a guide the index will therefore prove insufficient. But as an evocation it is my hope that it proves adequate.
abandonment,
â of all reason, Francie McGinn's 82â83
â of her first-born son, Mrs Donelly's 206
â of His Only Begotten Son, God's 52â53
abasement,
â various forms of 12, 14â18, 28â29, 62, 71, 72, 95, 102, 105, 106, 128, 131, 135â136, 237, 255, 285
ability,
â unrelated to performance, 32, 71, 95â96, 251
abominations,
â various 15â18, 88, 186â188, 257â258
abroad, ix, 43, 56, 73, 137, 134â135, 137, 172, 330n., 366
â Mr Donelly doesn't hold with 198
â
see also entries under
America, Australia,
and
travelling,
absence,
â defend yourself by 5, 9â10, 12â13, 105, 137, 216â217, 254â255, 366
â makes the heart grow fonder, xi, 32, 137
â of a pie, 268n.
abstinence,
â engenders maladies, 82
abstract,
â ideas, ix., 3
â ideas, dislike of, 4, 149
abundance, xi, 29, 235â236
academics,
â mocked, 3
accidents, 11, 270
â solemn, 27, 166, 314â315
â the self-employed and 119â120
accomplices, 141
aches,
â and pains, 27, 115, 164
â heart, 104â106, 214â216, 255
achievements,
â not certificated 38
acquaintances,
â and friends 153, 315â316
acquisition, 24, 87, 117, 136, 236
actions,
â speak louder than words, 72, 200, 284â285
actors, 38, 43, 302â303, 325
acupuncture, 117â119
â and upholstery, 118
â
see also entries under
electrocution
adages,
â assorted, 244â245, 238â239
Adam,
â and Eve, 17
addiction, 25, 56, 105, 106, 209, 217â218, 221, 234, 304, 320
adepts,
â compared to amateurs, 127
adoption, 158â161, 170, 273
adultery,
â brazened out, 106, 185â186
â regretted bitterly, 306â307
adversity, 5, 13, 57n. 104
â and wisdom, 119â120
â sour, 171, 253
advertisements,
â in the back of local newspapers, to be avoided, 67â68, 73, 168, 188
advice, 188
â ask, how not to, 309â310
ageing, 229, 234, 239
â and the mutual admiring of power-boats and younger women, 154
â Kate Winslet in the film
Titanic
and, 237
â rocker, an, 90â91
agonies,
â of conscience, 170, 185, 306â310
âah',
â how to whisper, 300
airports, 6â7
alive,
â the feeling of being, xi, 6, 83, 86, 240, 268, 313, 358, 365
Alzheimer's, 142, 253â255
â and television, 28, 355
amateur dramatics, 159, 299, 325â326, 332â366
amateurs,
â compared to adepts, 127
ambitious,
â soul, the, x, xii, 5, 25, 57n., 73, 90, 108â109, 117, 15â151, 164â166, 204, 247, 253, 299, 351, 361
America,
66,
138â139, 204, 234
â comes to us unbidden, 205â206
â âdowntown experiences' in, 222
â huge plate of nachos eaten in, photographic evidence of, 139
â hugging imported from, 258
â
see also separate entries under
Florida, Friends,
and
New York
Americanisms, 141, 221â222, 360â361
angel,
â Delight, 121
â Gabriel, 274
â ministering, a, 348
angels,
â on the side of the, 50, 91, 195
anger, 114, 359
anonymity, 9
antagonisms, 25, 228â229
anti-climax, 25
anxiety,
â the age of, 56
apologies, ixâxii, 1â366, 367â385, 386â388
architects,
â culminated, 15, 16, 18, 24, 155, 156, chap. 11
passim
Aristotle, 352
â
Nicomachean Ethics,
3
arithmetic, 14, 217â218
artists,
â naïve, 223n.
â others, 108, 111â112, 113, 153
â
see also entries under
sunflowers
and
Van Gogh
aspirations,
â hindered, examples of,
96,
99, 109â110, 151â152, 361â362
assertions,
â concerning God, chap. 1â21
passim
â concerning the world, chap. 1â21
passim
assumptions,
â made about characters, 1ff.
â made about readers, ixâxii
Australia,
â a backpacker from, even in our town, 356
â everyone seems to have relatives in, 134
â the difficulty of imagining, 34
autobiography,
â disguised as fiction, 12, 29, 76, 131, 295, 325
autodidacts, 352
â books preferred by, 156â157
â
see also entries under
books
and
writers
averageness,
â our bedimmed, 14â18, 22, 76, 86, 172ff.
avocado,
â the first, 272
avoidance,
â of plot, 2â365
awry,
â things going, 28, 44, 69, 83, 103, 109â110, 119, 192â194, 305â310, 329â331
babies,
â almost only mention of, 4â5
bad,
â people, examples of, 41, 46, 109â110, 317â318
â Scotsman, the, 239, 281â286
â things happen, 98, 216, 314â315, 317â318
bakers, 16â17
baking, 30, 200
balls,
â to have someone by the, 147, 181
â up, 64
balm, 83, 126, 233â234
banalities, 48, 260, 340â343
bands, 79, 82, 83, 135, 186, 296â297, 299, 304â305, 351â352
â brass, 135n.
Baptists, 189
barbers, 182â3
bathing,
â deluxe, in the Oasis spa pool, 107â108
be,
â yourself, an unnecessary reminder to, 242
beard, 59â61, 108
â shifty and patriarchal, example of, 165
â washing of, in order to remove the smell of butchered meat, 59
beautiful,
â sentence, 1
beauty,
â not widely available here in town, 357
â plastic surgery and, 229, 235
â Sting, Elton John, and the interiors
of brand new German cars are
all examples of, according to
Bob Savory, 246
â
see also entries under
luxury
and
brilliance
beer,
â Czech, 127
â other (including Guinness), 57, 76, 91, 103, 163
Being,
â and Doing, compared and contrasted, 77
bells!,
â Hell's, 206
betrayal,
â myriad depressing examples of, 83, 109â110, 133â134, 135n., 147, 283â285, 330â331
Bible, the
â and the Body Shop, 182
â confused with God, 72â73
â How Not to Read, For All It's Worth, 309â310
â more effective than a hot milky drink, 181
â watching romantic comedies on video instead of studying, 307
bicycle polo, 57
bigâheadedness, 196â197, 199
birth, 3, 5
â Davey Quinn's, a disappointment even to himself, 4
biscuits, 29, 37, 90, 195, 210, 307, 316, 325
â are a godsend, 337
blame, 104â105, 152, 253, 284
blasphemy, 32, 188
blind, the
â leading the blind, example of, 71, 90â91, 188
boat,
â push the, out, 61, 64, 198, 301
bondage,
â freedom from, 346
â is hoarse, 216
bones,
â a bag of, 89
â let's make no, about it, 331
â sticks and stones may break my, 279
â unavailability of from local butchers, 336
books, 28, 52, 65, 108, 150, 165n., 346â347
â as the long alternative route to friendship, 154
â borrowing, 239â240
â business, 143, 244, 245
â self-help, 107, 209
â the best, are usually rhyming, 244
â
see also entries under
autodidacts
and
writers
boot,
â put the, in, 110, 331
born,
â again, no good time to be, 75
â to the manor, 152â153, 165
bowels,
â in the, of the Lord, 306
boxing, 90, 100, 276â277
boys,
â will be boys, 193â194, 277â278
brain,
â not apparently in use, 25, 146
â
see also entries under
idiocy
and
lechery
breakfast, 91â92
â dog's, 256
â fried, 57, 193, 336
â
see also entries under
eating
and
food
breast,
â making a clean, of it, 345
breathing,
â Benny Goodman's, the sound of, 289
â intercostal diaphragmatic method of, 300, 351
bribery, 147
bric-a-brac, 48â49, 236, 367â388
brides,
â to-be, 290â291
brilliance,
â currently unavailable, 357
â
see also entries under
beauty
brooding,
â passages, 14
brothers, 23, 272, 332â333
â
see also entries under
boys
bulimia, 285
bunkum, 132
burst,
â of eloquence, 164
bush,
â let's not beat about the, 1
business, 19, 141, 224â228, 289
â as usual, 84, 121, 321â322
â favours and, blurring of the distinction between in a small town, 225
butchers,
â
see
civilization
butter-balls, 88
â
see also entries under
sweets
buzz, 188â189
â opposite of a rut,
99
cadence,
â lovely 19, 207
calumnious,
â strokes, 277
cancers,
â various, 27, 44, 65, 115, 116, 202, 216, 302n.
cannibalism, 14
cant, 4n., 186n.
capitalism, 117, 136, 175â177, 235â236, 289
capricious,
â introduction of new characters towards end of book, 332â334
caps,
â baseball, 92, 360
â it was all, in them days, 257
captive,
â states, 29, 83, 95, 105, 106, 147, 181, 237, 253, 255
cars, 219, 312
â looking as though you know about, 11
carvery,
â Good Friday, 73â74, 82â83
â
see also entries under
Easter
catechism, 306n.
catharsis, 114, 213
â readily available, on payment of a small cash fee, 156
Catholicism, 79, 306
â
see also entries under
priests
cause,
â and effect, 131, 277n.
celebrity, 21
â as a warning and witness to the meaninglessness and transitoriness of human life, 2
â
see also entries under
show business
champagne,
â of life, gone flat, 29, 111, 255
â
see also entries under
drink
and
sparkling white wine
change,
â you must, your life, 180
charity, 350
â bags fiasco, the, 94
charms,
â hellish, Frank Gilbey's, 225
cheese, 57, 140
â a big, 20
â on toast, 237
childhood, 30, 79, 98, 161â162, 301n., 343
chinos,
â the final humiliation, 182
Chip Crisps, 209n.
chips, 58n.
chiropody,
â recommended as a career, 21 On.
â
see also entries under
foot
chops, 59, 226, 238, 270
Christmas, 10, 31â36, 200, 241, 313
â decorations, 36
â dinner, 35, 346â347
â snow at, 31
Chunky Butts, 209n.
Chupa-Chups, 221
church,
â declining influence of, 2
â going, 92, 185â186
â Happy, the, 308
â of the Cross and the Passion, 2, 49, 79
â throwing confetti in, 258
chutzpah,
â putting the
pah
into, Frank Gilbey, 87
cine-films, 161â162
cinemas, 43â44
â home, 28
â long gone and lamented, 41
city, 86, 220, 328
â and empirical questions of essence and existence, 7
â breaks, our equivalent of the Grand Tour, 138â139
â the self and the, 5, 127
civilization,
â butchers and the decline of Western, 17, 59
â celebrated in all its richness and diversity, 56â57
clarity,
â entirely lacking, 99, 131
â Billy Nibbs suddenly acquires, 114
classic,
â the, as a concept, 249
cleaning,
â some money-saving tips on, 335