Sailing the Seas of Memories

On the Mediterranean cruise I have just completed we visted 7 ports, 6 of which I had previously visited or traveled thru with my life-partner George, who died 16 years ago on the 29th of this month. Our 37th anniversary of meeting was on the 10th of this month.

So the cruise brought bitter-sweet memories, especially when I found our ship anchored right opposite the beach and hotel complex on the Babin Kuk peninsular in Dubrovnik where we stayed 20 years ago. We could see it clearly from our cabin balcony, and I felt I was looking back in Time, and could wave to myself and George 20 years ago on that beach, and they could see us 20 years in the future. Weird experience!

Also in Dubrovnik, in the old city, my mother and I visited the self-service restaurant where George and I ate regularly. Then we dubbed it ‘Madame Tito’s’ after the lady who ran it, and the obligatory portrait of Marshal Tito on the wall. A woman was still running it (her daughter?) but the picture of Tito had gone of course.

Very sad to think that on my return visit George had passed over nearly 16 years ago, about the same time that Tito’s marvelous Socialist federation of Yugoslavia broke up into separate warring states. Terrible genocides and atrocities followed, and the near-perfect and unique market Socialism of competing cooperatives/publicly owned companies was destroyed in favor of petty bourgeois nationalism. George and I both admired the Socialist system Tito had established in the beautiful country of Yugoslavia (though democracy could have been improved, but subsequent events show democracy would have resulted in break-up of the Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia.)

Other places we visited on this cruise which George and I had been to before were Split, also in Croatia (former Yugoslavia), Venice in Italy, Malta, and Palma Mallorca (Majorca) and Malaga in Spain. Only Corfu in Greece held no memories of George and myself.

 On the way home we saw Gibraltar and the Moroccan mountains from the ship – George and I had also visited Gibraltar and seen the same mountains across the Strait.

So a cruise of memories, retracing many of the European trips George and I had done in our 21 years together.

As to the ship itself – far too ‘posh’ for us. Dressing up in bow-ties and tuxedos several times, daytime entertainment consisting largely of boring lectures and trendy activities like Pilates, Reflexology, etc.. Remarks from fellow passengers such as: ‘I wouldn’t have any of the cheeses on their cheeseboard on MY dining table.’ And civil partnerships, rather than weddings, were also pooh-poohed. Very pretentious, very Conservative with a capital C, and very heterosexual. And noise everywhere. You couldn’t escape from the non-stop music.

But the places we visited and the memories they brought back were pleasant, if sad.

Knights of Rock’n’Roll

This was the title of a show on the cruise ship ‘Arcadia’ tonite, performed by the ship’s company. As Jim Royale would say: ‘Rock’n’Roll my arse!’

Rock’n’Roll is Little Richard, Bill Haley, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis, Fats Domino, early Elvis Presley, Gene Vincent, etc., etc.  OK, this was a tribute to ‘British rock’n’roll’, in which case it should have been Johnny Kidd & The Pirates, Wee Willie Harris, early Cliff Richard and The Drifters/Shadows, Terry Dene, Terry Wayne, Screamin’ Lord Sutch, Billy Fury, Marty Wilde, Lord Rockingham’s XI, etc. You could perhaps stretch the definition to include the skiffle of Lonnie Donegan, etc.

But Elton John, Paul McCartney, Shirley Bassey, Petula Clark? I don’t think so. The nearest we got to anything like rock’n’roll was a couple of Stones songs – ‘I Can’t Get No Satisfaction’ and ‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash’.

 It is a shame that the name rock’n’roll is so abused. They should think of a new name for this production.


That word means different things to different people. To the rock’n’roll crowd it means driving around in big American 1950’s cars, to the gay community it means ‘looking for trade’ (sex). When you reach your dotage, like myself (62) and my mother (93 next week) it is more likely to mean going on a sedate sea cruise, but let’s not knock it. Frankie Ford sang about it, Kyle Esplin is making his fortune out of them, and hey, it can be fun. Something like an up-market holiday camp with entertainment, as much food as you can eat, and you get to see different places from your balcony or porthole as your trip progresses. (He hasn’t mentioned ‘Hello sailor!’ I hear you say, but after three cruises the nearest I’ve got to a gay romance is a few gay and lesbian meet-ups at a bar on deck on the American ship last year. Out of many thousands of passengers, a pathetic handful turned up – at one time there was just me and this lesbian, I think two others turned up later. And not a sailor in sight!)

So this will be my last blog for a while. Don’t know if any of you still read them, but I’ll be back to Praise Marx and Jerry Lee. Meanwhile heading for the Med on a British ship this time. Got fed up with Americans with their strange vegetables, and having to sit at meals for two hours whilst they gorged their way thru 3 or 4 starters, a main course and then 3 or 4 desserts! Any Americans reading this, butter beans are yellowish, not green. And they are bean shaped, not oval shaped. Don’t know what those strange veg were Americans insist on calling ‘butter beans’ – never seen them before or since. Apparently the British name is Lima beans, but I’ve never seen them on sale in UK in stores or restaurants. Anyway, they are certainly nothing like ‘butter beans’.

But what do you expect from a nation which calls ‘courgettes – zuccinis’, ‘bread rolls – biscuits’ and ‘jam – jelly’?

Mandela Statue and Ian Walters (and Linda Gail Lewis!)

A Nelson Mandela statue is being unveiled today in Parliament Square. It was done by a friend of mine, sculptor Ian Walters. In his studio near here in Battersea High Street Ian has done sculptures of various leftwing figures, including a head of Mandela which stands outside the Festival Hall, a statue of Fenner Brockway in Red Lion Square and one of Harold Wilson.

Ian died last year, so will only be present to see the unveiling of probably his last statue in spirit. I knew his estranged wife, Sonia, as we were in the Battersea Communist Party together years ago. She was secretary, and I was the treasurer.  

I left the Party in 1976 due to disillusionment with the system (which was being abused in the Socialist countries by a new ruling class, still largely in power today even though the Socialist one-Party system has been overthrown). Sonia wrote me a letter saying she couldn’t understand how I could change the views we had shared so closely. It was a second visit to the GDR (East Germany) that year (this time with my life-partner, George, who pointed out defects I preferred to ignore) which finally decided me. Sonia knew this, and wrote that I was ’emotionally unstable’, which I took as code for ‘gay’.

However I have never lost faith in Socialism, or really doubted that the analysis of capitalist exploitation as done by Marx and Engels was correct. Many gains were made for the people under even the imperfect Socialism of the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe, but a corrupt new ruling class had abused the system, all too easy in a one-party or coalition state. Also, George and I came to agree that Tito’s brilliant economic model of a Socialist market place in Yugoslavia, with competing cooperatives and publicly owned companies, was far superior to the Soviet, East European and British model of vast State monopolies.

Ian Walters’ studio, next door to the old gay Buzz Bar,  is now empty. So we may not see many more sculptures of leftwing figures in London and in other parts of the country. Pity, as we have so many of war-mongering military and political figures, many of whom I consider to be war criminals. A double statue of Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels to replace that of Winston Churchill in Parliament Square would be nice! And certainly a statue of Ken Livingstone or Tony Benn to replace that statue of the war-criminal ‘Bomber’ Harris in The Strand, near Aldwych.

Sadly, Ian Walters is not now in a position to do any more of his marvelous sculptures, so we have to find another sculptor.

When Keith Woods and myself put on gigs at the Buzz Bar, Ian Walters wasn’t very happy about it because of the noise. Jerry Lee’s sister, Linda Gail Lewis, blasted out with her band on two occasions, as did other rock’n’roll performers. Ian and other residents were spared further disturbances when the Buzz Bar announced they could not accept further gigs. The premises is now an upmarket wine bar/restaurant and has reverted to its previous name of  The Greyhound. So far Ken Livingstone has not erected a  blue plaque outside saying ‘Jerry Lee Lewis’ sister twice played here and disturbed the great sculptor Ian Walters in his studio next door.’

Bank Holiday Weekend

This was my first Bank Holiday since retiring, so the first one which didn’t really mean much. But, exceptionally for a Bank Holiday, we had good weather after a week or so of bad weather.

We took advantage of it, and and I took my mother to St James’s Park on Saturday, down by the River near where we live in Battersea on Sunday, and to Kensington Gardens/Hyde Park today where I had probably my last swim of the Summer in the Serpentine.

We were today discussing the vermin problem in my mother’s sheltered accommodation, which has affected her flat, and one in my block which has affected the flat below mine. In my mum’s case it is mice, in the flat below mine it is rats. We both said we felt very uncomfotable about it, and couldn’t relax. The council Pest Control have been to treat both flats, and others which are affected. In my mum’s case, for the second time. I have also written to her Housing Association, on the recommendation of the Pest Control officer who visited her flat, to ask them to seal off the gap thru which the mice are coming.

I have a way of consulting my partner on the Other Side for serious problems or dilemmas which are really important or worrying me. I did so tonight, and got reassurance straight away. The words ‘relax’ and ‘tranquility’ came thru, as did the message that in the case of my mother’s flat the measures to deal with the problem would ‘triumph’ and in the case of the flat below mine the problem had reached its ‘conclusion’.

I now feel I can relax a little more easily, since George has constantly looked after me and my mother since he passed over.

The other problem I have at the moment is no hot water due to the boiler packing up yet again, this time just before the Bank Holiday Weekend. It was a gorgeous day Saturday, and the engineer who called wasn’t in my flat more than about 5 minutes. It was only air in the pipe from the boiler to the tank which was causing the problem, and he asked for a bowl in order to bleed the pipe to get rid of the airlock. Instead he suddenly apparently decided he wasn’t going to hang around on such a good day on a Bank Holiday Weekend, and said someone would ring me in the week. He muttered something about needing a new pipe, which is ridiculous if it is only air in the pipe. Anyway a new pipe to the tank would be a job for the council, and he said no, this was the responsibility of the boiler contractor. So I now have to ring them tomorrow and try to get them to get rid of the air in the pipe before I go away. I’m sure it is quite a simple job, but that the engineer who called had no intention of doing ANY jobs that day, just making notes of what had to be done by others later on.

 So quite a pleasant weekend, nothing very exciting. I could have done without the man in the flat below telling about his rat problem, and showing me graphic pictures of the dead creatures and the holes they had made in his wall beforehand. This was information I really didn’t need to know!

More Psychic happenings

I rang a friend, Tom, this evening, and he told me that an old man he’d been looking after for years, who was suffering from terminal cancer, finally died in hospital yesterday afternoon.

Reg had been in  hospital for months, and his flat had been vacated ever since he went into hospital. He has no living relatives apparently. Yet Tom received three calls on his mobile from Reg’s home phone number around the time that Reg died in hospital.

The flat was vacated by Reg and the phone line disconnected, so nobody could have dialed Tom’s number from his home phone – except it seems Reg’s disembodied spirit around the time of his death!


August 23rd: More information which makes this event even more remarkable:

The phone had indeed been disconnected ages before. Tom used to joke with Reg that nobody had ever phoned him from the Other Side to say they’d arrived safely.

What happens the very day Reg passed over? Tom’s mobile didn’t actually ring. What happened was he received three missed calls messages – they read as follows, dated the day Reg died in hospital, from his home number which had been disconnected weeks/months before: Reg calling….. Reg calling….. Reg calling.  Tom has a witness, his friend Mark who was visiting, and who saw these three messages on Tom’s mobile the day Reg passed away.

Reincarnation – The Boy Who Lived Before

A TV program on Five Life tonite investigated the case of a little boy, Cameron, from Glasgow who ever since he learnt to talk had persistent memories of a previous life on the Scottish island of Barra.

At the end of the program, after a visit to the island and tracing a surviving family member from his alleged previous life, there were some remarkable discoveries. The little boy correctly described how planes landed on the beach, the house he lived in, the name of the family (the Robertsons), the kind of phone they had, the gate to the beach, and the dog which lived next door. All this was 100% accurate, and there is no way the little boy could have known any of this.

Two things they were not able to verify. The boy claimed his father in the previous lifetime was named Shane or Sean Robertson (I’m not sure of the spelling) and that he (the father) was killed by a car.

The surviving relative, Gillian Robertson who lived in Glasgow, verified that for about 20 years the house by the beach on Barra was used by the Robertson family as a holiday home. But she had no knowledge of a Shane/Sean Robertson, of anyone being killed by a car or any boy who died. However it was never verified just how close this Gillian Robertson was to the branch of the family Cameron remembered. It was just assumed she might have been his sister, as he said he had several brothers and sisters in the previous lifetime.

I would count this as strong evidence for reincarnation. There is no way the little boy could have known all these facts – the family had never visited Barra. It took a lot of searching island records to find the house in question and any trace of the Robertsons.

The fact that Gillian Robertson had no knowledge of a Shane/Sean Robertson in the family who died in a car accident, or of a boy who died, is not necessarily conclusive. How many of us keep in touch with all our family members? I certainly don’t. We don’t even know when the boy died in his previous life, he could well have grown up to be a man and died in his 30s or 40s. There were two James Robertsons in the family, so he could have got the name slightly wrong. We just don’t know how big this Robertson family was, or how many of them spent time in the house on Barra.

There is also the very real possibility that Gillian Robertson knew more than she admitted, but couldn’t face up to the traumatic possibility of reincarnation maybe involving a brother or another member of her family. I think this is extremely likely. Who would want the past dragged up in this way, especially if one’s religious or atheistic beliefs didn’t hold with reincarnation?

What was discovered is that the Robertson family came from Glasgow, and only spent summers in the Barra house. Therefore looking thru the records of the island would not necessarily throw up the death of either the boy in a previous life or that of his father, which could well have occurred in Glasgow, or elsewhere.

There were definitely more facts which fitted than those which didn’t appear to. And the program also dealt with the case of another boy in the States who had memories of a previous life as his grandfather, correctly identifying his grandfather in a school group photograph, and the first car his grandfather owned.

There are many such cases of children remembering previous lives, memories which tend to fade away by the age of about 6. They cannot all be put down to remarkable ‘coincidence’. Something very strange is happening here.  An investigator suggested the boy from Glasgow could have been getting confused by two previous lives. Who knows?

The fact remains that a little boy in Glasgow correctly ‘remembered’ a house on a remote island and details of the surroundings and who lived there. How on Earth did he get this information? The mystery remains.

Our wonderful police!

An ironic title. You never see a policeman on the beat nowadays. They are either holed up in police stations, doing ‘paperwork’ so they tell us (in the computer age? Seems highly unlikely to me.) Or they are flying around in police cars/police vans so fast they can’t see what’s happening on the streets. (I speak as a member of a police family. My maternal grandfather and two uncles were police officers.)

Yet get a few peaceful demonstrators together, like the Environmental Camp at Heathrow Airport, and the police are there in droves, stopping and searching peaceful protestors.

Meanwhile gangs rule the streets, and teenagers are being stabbed or shot. 18 have been killed so far this year. Older people who, in the total absence of the police, have gone out of their homes to remonstrate with unruly teenagers have also been killed. The police then appear on the scene AFTER all these murders.

We keep hearing that police are being put back on the beat, but I rarely see them. They need to be patrolling 24/7. The gangs need to be rounded up and cleared off our streets, so teenagers and others won’t be intimidated by them. What are police for if not to insure that anarchy doesn’t rule on our streets?

 If necessary send armed officers to do the job, and if they can’t do it, bring in the Army. Bring them back from Iraq and Afghanistan and put them on the streets here to clear up the gang warfare. Stop and search by armed police officers and/or the Army should be a daily routine, and nobody should object to this in this age of street gang warfare and Islamic terrorism. We should all be prepared to be stopped and searched by police/army whenever we go out.

As our jails are already full to overflowing, internment camps should be set up in remote areas of the UK, perhaps on uninhabited islands. We’ve got to clear up this anarchy on our streets and protect our teenagers and other citizens.

The police are not doing their job properly, and it is up to the Government to make sure they do. I would be prepared to see armed police officers permanently on our streets if it would stop this anarchy and no-go areas which seem to rule nowadays.

It has now come to the point where we must be prepared to see armed police every time we leave our house. They would be there to protect us. Or else bring in the Army to do the job. This would be far more useful than the anarchy they are creating in Iraq. Here they could stop the anarchy which already exists on our city streets.

I speak as a pacifist. But although I’m against indiscriminate killing which takes place in war, and against war itself, and against all weapons of mass destruction, I have no objection at all to armed policing operations to protect the general public. Or to armeed international policing operations under the auspices of the UN to protect populations everywhere from anarchy, genocide, etc.

The present situation is very dangerous. If the Government and major political parties don’t draw up plans to deal with this anarchy on our streets, then extremist political parties will inevitably gain more and more votes. It is up to the Government, police and the military to clean up our streets without delay, whatever it takes. Otherwise this increasing anarchy will lead to an extreme rightwing political party coming to power.

Email to a fellow Survivalist


The following correspondence relates to those who seek evidence for life after death. These are divided into two main groups: Spiritualists, who take a religious approach, and Survivalists who are scientists, atheists, agnostics, etc. who take a completely rational approach but are convinced by the growing evidence of survival.


Email from a fellow Survivalist:

Tony, You sum up the destruction of the once scientifically minded Spiritualist movement very well. This is why our deadly enemies are having a field day. I shudder to think what Arthur Findlay must make of these religious fanatics who have successfully infiltrated the Arthur Findlay College.


My reply:

The thing that worries me is that we who are investigating survival thru mediumship and scientific experimentation in order to gather evidence, are now in danger of splitting up into small factions attacking each other. We should be trying to convince those who either believe that death is the end, or who base their belief in the after-life on ancient religious texts (the fabled 72 virgins, expectations of sitting at the feet of the mysterious Three-In-One, angels with harps floating on clouds and all the rest of it.)

I am reminded of the far left political factions which spend so much time attacking each other for heresy, they have very little influence on the general public. So we don’t really want to get too deeply into arguments similar to whether it was Leon Trotsky or Joseph Stalin who betrayed the Great October Socialist Revolution, or in our case, whether Spiritualism betrayed the scientific approach to seeking evidence of survival by adopting the trappings of religion in general, and Christianity in particular.

However, it is worth remembering that since we survive death, if Christ, Buddha, Mohammed, etc. were all historical figures, then they too survived death. This does not make them ‘divine’, but they may well continue to exist in some form or other. So we should not be too dismissive of religious people who claim to have ‘seen’ the founder of their religion, it is possibly merely further evidence of survival. But we should also bear in mind that any Catholic, for instance, who sees a vision of a woman will automatically assume it’s the Virgin Mary, whilst a Christian, Moslem or Jew who sees the vision of a man will probably assume it is one of the founders of their particular religion.

What we all agree on is the important thing, i.e. the gathering of evidence of survival thru mediumship, scientific experimentation and study of OOBEs and similar phenomena.

Spiritualism in UK at least has gotten itself into a terrible muddle. The 5th Principle of Spiritualism about Personal Responsibility, for instance, is in direct opposition to the Christian belief in salvation and ‘redemption of sins’ thru the fabled death and resurrection of the founder of the religion (who in any case, according to the latest evidence, probably survived the crucifixion and died in the Far East at the age of about 80.) Yet many Spiritualist centers in UK insist on calling themselves Christian Spiritualist churches, and even display Christian symbolism such as that barbaric instrument of execution, the cross, and pictures such as Christ as the Light of the World.

The 1st Principle of Spiritualism about the Fatherhood of God is the really troublesome one, since it perpetuates the ancient myth of a male super-being who knows everything and who created life and the universe. It is this 1st Principle which divides Spiritualists from those of us who take an entirely scientific approach to the study of survival.

Atheists and agnostics cannot possibly accept this 1st Principle of Spiritualism, nor the trappings of Christianity which the movement has adopted such as Christian hymns and terminology, and the Lord’s Prayer. Spiritualism in any case should be all-embracing, basing its belief in survival on evidence. It should embrace those of all religions and none. It is very sad that, in UK at least, it has aligned itself firmly with monotheism and Christianity, which as I describe above, is incompatible with the 5th Principle of Spiritualism about taking personal responsibility for our actions.

Despite all this, it is very important that all those working to gather evidence of survival work together, or at least do not spend so much time attacking each other for committing ‘heresy’, that we lose sight of our main objective: to spread the word that survival of death is a reality which can be proved by study of the growing scientific and other evidence.

Most mediums describe themselves as Spiritualists, and most believe in the traditional idea of a monotheistic ‘god’ as described in the 1st Principle of Spiritualism, though some would argue that this ‘god’ is not male. Despite the trappings of Christianity, most Spiritualists do not believe you will end up in the fabled Hell if you don’t accept Christ as your personal Savior. So they do themselves no favors by expecting Hindus, Moslems, Jews, Buddhists, atheists, agnostics, etc. to swallow all the trappings of Christianity when seeking evidence of survival.

Spiritualism is also tainted by all the charlatans which have discredited the movement in the past. The image of loopy old women groaning in darkened rooms whilst pieces of cheesecloth, trumpets and tables are dangled in the air from wires, persists.

The scientific approach to discovering and examining evidence of survival must be pursued, and I would encourage the establishment of more non-religious scientific centers dedicated to demonstrating and investigating some of this evidence open to the general public, who now have an increased interest in this subject as religion loses its influence and relevance.

We should be able to unite and investigate this fascinating subject, and not worry too much about whether the medium demonstrating clairvoyance, clairaudience, physical phenomena or whatever is a Spiritualist, a Survivalist or a member of the Aetherius Society convinced that Jesus, Buddha and Mohammed are whizzing around in flying saucers based on Venus.

So long as they are genuine mediums producing convincing evidence of survival, we should cooperate in examining this evidence, and demonstrating it to the wider community.

However it would be wise for the more scientific minded Survivalists to take on the task of convincing scientists, and leave it to the Spiritualists to concentrate on Christians and those in other religions.

In this way we can perhaps cooperate to defeat the two common myths: one that death is the end, and two that we are ultimately all bound for the mythical Heaven or Hell described in ancient religious texts.

Proof of survival is what we must concentrate on. Other questions such as whether there is a God, many gods, or none, can be put on the back burner, or left to individual preference.

Personally I feel that Charles Darwin’s approach in ‘Origin of the Species’ was basically correct, but am not convinced that Natural Selection can adequately explain the complexity of the various life forms and their internal organs. Nor do I believe there is evidence of an all-wise Creator who planned all life-forms. I feel the truth lies somewhere in between, and that the fact that we survive death is the vital clue. In other words Darwin’s theory of evolution continues to apply after death. From very simple beginnings all life-forms are evolving, gathering experience and learning. This process continues after death.

Wanda still rocks!

Last nite I met up with Kristof Fabry at the Luminaire, Kilburn to see Wanda Jackson, one of the first female rock’n’roll singers, possibly THE first. The Luminaire was an excellent venue I’d not visited before, but I’d definitely go there again if they had someone of interest on there. Apparently Wanda’s appearance there is planned to be an annual event.

After two quite good support bands, a mixture of Country, Zydeco and Rockabilly, Wanda’s husband of 46 years introduced the Queen of Rockabilly herself. The place was packed as Wanda stormed thru well over an hour of mainly rock’n’roll/rockabilly, but with some nice ballads thrown in. During an Elvis Presley medley, somewhat a misnomer since they were all full versions of the songs, Wanda did the lovely ballad ‘I Forgot To Remember To Forget’. Wanda talked between numbers, including of how she dated Elvis for several years and wore his ring around her neck.

Wanda was in excellent form for her 69 years, and rocked thru numbers associated with her such as ‘Mean Mean Man’ (which she wrote herself, as nobody was writing rock’n’roll songs for girl singers), ‘Let’s Have A Party’, ‘Fujiama Mama’, etc.. She did the Elvis medley as mentioned, which also included numbers such as ‘Good Rockin’ Tonite’, ‘Heartbreak Hotel’ and ‘Baby Let’s Play House’. ‘Riot in Cell Block 9’ was another show-stopper, and another beautiful ballad was ‘Right or Wrong’. Wanda said she’d written this for the only singer she could look down on, literally the short-of-stature Brenda Lee. But then Wanda thought ‘she’s had plenty of hits, I’ll keep this one for myself.’ Wanda’s rendition of this ballad tonite was superb.

‘Fujiama Mama’ was a #1 hit, Wanda’s first, she explained. But it was #1 in Japan of all places. Not surprising you may say, since it mentions Japanese cities. But when it talks about a wild woman wreaking non-stop destruction such as vented by the Americans on the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, also mentioned by name in the song several times, you wonder, as Wanda said, whether the Japanese really understood the words to this rather distasteful song. The song certainly rocks, it is just a pity the references to the two atomic bombed cities could not have been removed, as they came across to me as extremely offensive, especially when you think that people are still suffering the after-effects of the radiation today, even generations not born when the bombs were dropped.

Judging from Wanda’s background, the way she looked with a bouffant hair-do/wig, the fact that she recorded a song totally unrepentant about the heinous war-crimes the Americans committed at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the fact that Wanda always insists on telling people how she ‘found Jesus’ in 1971 and including a gospel number, and the fact that she got a bit political and said she preferred the Japanese people to the French, one gets the distinct impression that she’s slightly to the Right of Attilla the Hun politically. However she did say she liked France more than the French people, and it is where at a Cartier party she had the honor of singing ‘Tutti Frutti’ along with Tina Turner and Little Richard. At one point Wanda said ‘Jerry Lee’ to which I shouted out ‘he must have changed color’, then she corrected her mistake!

I still don’t quite see why she prefers the Japanese to the French. Presumably because Pearl Harbor is long forgotten, and the French refusal to support the illegal American/British invasion of Iraq was fresher in her mind. Also, of course, the Japanese had given her a #1 hit with ‘Fujiama Mama’ back in 1959. Wanda finished this number in a little Japanese gesture, folding her arms at chest level, bowing and saying a few words in Japanese.  (Her husband had explained she has sung in four languages.) I couldn’t help thinking in my bitchy camp way that Wanda looked a bit Oriental herself at a certain angle probably due to cosmetic surgery around the eyes!

During the Elvis medley Wanda picked up a guitar and played it whilst singing, but at one stage dropped the pick. I picked up the pick for Wanda, and she squeezed my hand and smiled as I handed it back to her. A girl on my left was handing Wanda bottled water to drink, and Wanda thanked ‘the water girl’. Wanda certainly came across as a warm and very witty personality. I’d seen her before, but this show was as good if not better than any I’d seen her do in the past. Witty remarks such as, when someone dropped a glass bottle, instantly she made the comment: ‘What happened, did you drop your ring?’ Or, when shaking hands with some of us in the front row, she reached a tall, hunky-looking young man and refused to let go of his hand for several seconds. ‘Oh sorry!’ she said, as she finally let go.

The religious song was Hank Williams’ ‘I Saw The Light’ which is a good rockin’ gospel number and had people clapping and singing along.

Wanda, and her husband, also made a plea for people to log on to her website,, where they’ll find details of how to write to the Rock’n’Roll Hall of Fame which have, so far, refused to induct Wanda into their hallowed halls. Wanda, her husband, and everyone present felt this was a disgrace and an insult, and we want the First Lady of Rock’n’Roll inducted next year, whilst she’s still alive and able to tour, as the lady herself said.

It is rather ironic that Wanda is in the Country Hall of Fame, but not in the Rock’n’Roll Hall of Fame, whilst Jerry Lee Lewis was one of the first inductees into the Rock’n’Roll Hall of Fame, but is still not in the Country Hall of Fame despite all his huge hits in the Country field. These included the unprecedented two double-sided #1s in succession with ‘Me & Bobby McGhee’/’Would You Take Another Chance On Me?’ and ‘Chantilly Lace’/’Think About It Darlin” in the ealry 1970s. No other Country or Pop artist has achieved this feat, to my knowledge. In fact Jerry was rarely out of the Country charts in the 5 years from 1968, and continued to have big Country hits right into the 1980s, and hit #4 with his 2006 album ‘Last Man Standing’.

But back to Wanda Jackson, who closed her show with a medley of Jerry Lee’s ‘Whole Lotta Shakin”, during which she mentioned ‘my friend Jerry Lee’ and did his ‘wiggle it around’ bit complete with wagging finger, ‘Rip It Up’ and a reprise of ‘Let’s Have A Party’.

A great show from a great performer who fully deserves to be inducted into the Rock’n’Roll Hall of Fame.