The Leslie F​lint​ Tr​ust

Note: Although this vintage recording has been enhanced, slight machine hum can still be heard.

Read the full transcript below as you listen...

Communicators: Mickey, Doctor Charles Marshall.

Sitters include: Doreen Montgomery, Viv, Richard, Jim Ellis, Marie White,

Nigel Buckmaster, Bram Rogers, Bram's sister, Gwen Vaughan, Leslie Flint.

Leslie Flint: [Laughing]

This séance was recorded on the 7th September 1972, medium Leslie Flint.

Leslie: [Laughter]

Doreen Montgomery:

We're a what Mickey?

Mickey:

...a hesitant lot.

Female sitter:

Why?

Doreen:

Why?

Mickey:

Well, I know you're very sincere, but I haven’t… What was it you said, um... just then?

Doreen:

Who, darling?

Mickey:

You!

Doreen:

Me?

Mickey:

Yes, you love.

Doreen:

I said...?

Mickey:

You said something about somebody - but who it was I haven't a clue!

[Laughter]

Doreen:

….healing thoughts to Olive and Edmund Staples.

Mickey:

Oh. Well, I’ll have to remember that.

Doreen:

...who are in great need of help from the spirit world.

Mickey:

They're not very stable?

[Laughter]

Doreen:

No, they’re not. They’re very, very...

Mickey:

Oh, I'm sorry.

Doreen:

...needing help.

Mickey:

Well we'll send out all our love and thoughts and healing. And we’ll get a band of them to go around to all; old Bill, Vi, Jean and everybody, shall we? And Mrs Titter. Was it? Did you say Titter?

Female sitter:

Ritter, Mickey.

Mickey:

Oh. I thought you said Titter.

Female sitter:

She really does need help, thank you.

Mickey:

Where does she hang out?

Female sitter:

Oh, very expensive... Mayfair.

Mickey:

Oh. She can afford a good specialist then!

Female sitter:

Well... this is what they are supposed to be doing.

Mickey:

I know. I'm only kidding. Of course, I have to laugh at you sometimes.

Female sitter:

Of course.

Mickey:

You’re a proper case you know.

Female sitter:

Eh?

Mickey:

Never mind.

Female sitter:

What’s that Mickey?

Mickey:

Oh look, old Viv’s here. How are you Viv?

Viv:

Yes, I’m here.

Mickey:

Got that nice, pretty, jazzy suit on...

Viv: [Laughing]

Yes. I'm glad you like it.

Mickey:

Yeah, smashing ain't it? How are you?

Viv:

I’m fine Mickey.

Mickey:

How are you Richard?

Richard:

I’m all right. Thank you. You?

Mickey:

How’s Robert getting on after all his trouble.

Richard:

I think he’s alright. He’s much better looking. Much better... he's...

Mickey:

Better what?

Richard:

He looks much better in the face.

Mickey:

Oh.

Richard:

He doesn’t look so strained now.

Mickey:

Poor old sausage. You send him my love won’t you?

Richard:

Yes, I shall.

Bram Rogers:

Mickey can you tell us anything about Bill Bennet? If it’s serious or not, or...?

Mickey:

Well, he may almost certainly have an op.*

*operation / surgery

Bram:

Mmm...

Mickey:

How are you James?

Jim Ellis:

Very well Mickey, thanks very much.

Mickey:

You’re 'dolled up' tonight ain't you?

Jim:

Am I? No more than...

Mickey:

With your white pantaloons!

Jim:

Well it's getting to the end of the summer. I can't wear them much more Mickey.

Mickey:

Oh, you’re making sure you get...well... getting your wear out of them, eh?

Jim:

Yeah. Huh!

Mickey:

You going to China?

Jim:

Well I’d like to. I don’t know whether I can get in or not.

Mickey:

I hope you don’t go away.

Jim:

You hope I don’t?

Mickey:

Yeah, I’d like you to stay here with the Flints...

Leslie:

With the what?

Doreen:

The Flints.

[Laughter]

Leslie: [Coughs]

Doreen:

The Flintstones!

Mickey:

Yeah. That’s what he said, wasn’t it? Flintstones... outside wasn't it?

Jim:

Mickey, are you going to bring the little spirit children down to our Christmas party?

Mickey:

Er...yes, I... well, probably, yes.

Jim:

I'd like to stay for that.

Mickey:

Oh, well...I have to...

Bram:

He's trying to get you to make a promise Mickey.

[Laughter]

Mickey:

I can't... no, I don’t want to make no promises.

Bram:

No.

Mickey:

Because I don’t know whether I can always fulfil them, you see.

Jim:

Oh I hope so.

Mickey:

But will you be staying here for Christmas then?

Jim:

I hope so.

Mickey:

Oh good. You'll save a bit of money won’t you?

[Laughter]

Jim:

What did he say?

Group:

“It'll save you a bit of money.”

Jim: [Laughter]

Oh, yeah. Huh!

Mickey:

Just imagine...all that money it'll cost you. You'll be able to store it away.

Jim:

What’s the use of that?

Mickey:

That’s what I want to know.

Jim: [Laughter]

I'd be the wealthiest man in the cemetery!

[Laughter]

Mickey:

The wealthiest man in the cemetery? That’s exactly what you should say to people - that the wealthiest people are the people who are dead 'uns...

Jim:

That’s right.

Mickey:

… 'cause they're better off. They're spiritually aware and conscious and wealthy. At least some are.

Bram:

Yes, but it’s not very nice when you go before your time.

Mickey:

Oh, I don’t know.

Bram:

Or is that possible?

Mickey:

Some do, some don’t.

Bram:

Is it possible Mickey?

Mickey:

Of course, it is. I don’t believe there's a time for everybody. Not like some people seem to think. I mean, some people are cut off in their prime ain't they? Like them chaps was the other day.* That was shocking.

*the 1972 Olympic murders in Munich

[Group murmur in agreement]

Mickey:

I don't know. The world gets worse.

Marie:

I know, that's right.

Bram:

Did...?

Mickey:

How are you Marie?

Marie:

Oh, not so bad Mickey. Thank you.

Mickey:

Oh, you are so cheerful.

Bram: [Laughing]

Mickey!

Female sitter:

You're a Capricorn aren't you Marie.

Marie:

Yes, I'm typical!

Mickey:

Poor Marie. You get down in the dumps, don't you love?

Marie:

Yes.

Mickey:

What’s the matter with you then Rich?

Richard:

Well now, I mean I'm interested; how do you know about... obviously you do know about the thing that I'm...

Mickey:

Look mate, if you... if you was kept, um, working as hard as I am with old... like old Flint, you'd know you were in touch with most things, mate.

Richard:

I see.

Mickey:

I mean, I get a lot from his brain-box you know.

Leslie: [Laughing]

Richard:

Oh, I see.

Mickey:

Because I'm so close, see? I mean, when you are working with a medium like I am - I was going to say 'seven days a week', but six days a bleeding week - you don’t miss much, mate.

Leslie:

Huh!

Richard:

I mean, there isn’t somebody who sells papers on the other side...?

Mickey:

Oh, don’t be silly.

Richard:

No, but I'm serious, I think. Does news like that get spread about in spirit?

Mickey:

Look, I can assure you that Lord Northcliffe ain't working over here.

[Loud laughter]

Mickey:

Not with 'papers anyway.

Richard:

No, but you know what I mean?

Mickey:

I know what you mean Richard.

Richard:

Are there... are there...thoughts...

Mickey:

We don’t have broadsheets and things like that.

Richard:

No, but I mean...

Leslie:

Broadsheets!

Richard:

...with something as bad, as serious as that - are there thoughts projected on the other side?

Mickey:

Yes of course. We have mental newspapers.

Richard:

I see, yes.

Mickey:

We know what's going on in your world. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people from our side come down to Earth to help, when there's distress and when there's need. And since there's always distress and need, we’re pretty permanently around mate. Well, some of us are.

Richard:

I see, yes.

Mickey:

Cheer up Nigel.

Nigel Buckmaster:

Oh, I’m alright.

Mickey:

When are you getting rid of that business then?

Leslie:

Oh dear, off we go again!

Doreen:

Do you think he should?

Mickey:

Oh, I think he will. I don’t know whether he should, but he will.

Doreen:

Yes. I think he should actually.

Mickey:

Well I think he should too really, but he's got to do something else ain't he?

Doreen:

Yes. Well I think that will be... it'll be easier to do it in other conditions.

Mickey:

Oh, I think so. You don’t want one of them there jobs that starts at six in the morning and finishes at seven at night, do he?

Doreen: [Laughing]

This one starts at eight in the morning and finishes at seven.

Mickey:

Yeah, but by the time he has to get up and get cracking and all the rest of it, get breakfast...

Doreen:

It's a very long day.

Mickey:

...and all that lark...

Doreen:

Anyway, that’s all...

Mickey:

How you doing with the old laundrette?

Leslie:

Oh dear, what a funny question.

Nigel:

Oh it's alright.

Mickey:

Didn’t go right the other day.

Nigel:

'Didn't go right...'? Really?

[Mumbling in background]

Mickey:

Don’t be surprised... what did you say?

Nigel:

Don’t be surprised. Mmm...

Mickey: [Singing]

#All the nice girls love a sailor, all the nice girls love a tar. Oh there's something about a sailor, oh, you know what sailors are... Especially for Jimmy, I’m singing this song...#

[Laughter]

Jim:

I’ve heard you sing that one before Mickey, must be a favourite of yours.

Viv:

That's very good!

Mickey:

Oh, I am sorry.

Bram:

I thought there was some connection with that and the laundrette Mickey?

Female sitter:

Yes, I did.

Leslie: [Laughing]

Mickey:

You used to... when I was a kid...[laughing] you used to always say, that you used to lick your finger and touch their... their collar for luck.

Bram:

That's right, yes.

Mickey:

Don't they that do that now?

Bram:

I don’t think so.

Doreen:

I don’t think so.

Richard:

When you see an ambulance you do that.

Mickey:

What, you run after it!

Richard:

Touch your collar.

Leslie: [Laughing]

Richard:

Yes, that's an old superstition.

Doreen:

Really?

Richard:

When you see a... used to see an ambulance you touch your collar for luck. Yes.

Doreen:

Didn't know that one.

Mickey:

What, you mean you run after the thing... to catch up with it and touch it?

Richard:

No...

Female sitter:

Touch your collar.

Bram:

Touch your own collar.

Female sitter:

Your own collar.

Mickey:

Oh, your collar!

Richard:

Yes.

Doreen:

Why doesn't Dr Marshall ever speak to us anymore?

Mickey:

Oh...

Bram:

[Unintelligible]

Mickey:

Do you want him?

Doreen:

I'm... I'm mad about him. I like listening to him...

Mickey:

What do you mean you're 'mad about him'?

Doreen:

Well, I like him very much.

Mickey:

Well he's alright.

Doreen:

I love you too.

Mickey:

Oh thank you.

Doreen:

Well, you know I do Mickey.

Mickey:

Well he's alright.

Doreen:

I love you too.

Mickey:

Oh thank you.

Doreen:

Well, you know I do Mickey.

Mickey:

Here’s me, sweating my guts out and then you say, 'can I have Doctor Marshall'!

[Loud laughter]

Mickey:

I don't know...

Richard:

You don't have any guts...

Mickey:

Well, it’s a saying ain't it?

[Coughing]

Richard:

Yes.

Female sitter:

You can't win can you?

Doreen:

And you know it's not like that Mickey.

Mickey: [Loudly]

I know it ain't, but I was only just teasing you, you silly sausage!

[Laughter]

Mickey:

I don’t know I’m sure.

Doreen:

Yes you do. You know everything nearly - about us anyway.

Mickey:

Of course I do. But I have to laugh at you sometimes. If you could see, like I see sometimes - the other side of the picture.

Doreen:

Mmm... well I can imagine it's not very inviting. I quite agree...

Mickey:

Oh now, I don't laugh at you. I laugh with you. [It's] quite a different thing you know?

Bram:

Mmm...

Doreen:

I know.

Mickey:

Oh, now she wants Marshall...

[Laughter]

Doreen:

Well, he could just say hello or something.

Mickey:

Do what, love?

Doreen:

He could just say hello.

Mickey:

Well, probably he will, in his own good time.

Doreen:

I think he's, you know...he's... we haven't seen or heard of him for ages.

Mickey:

Well you ain't sat for a month or something!

Doreen:

Oh, but long before that he never came.

Mickey:

Oh didn't he? Oh... what is this developing into. Oh Lord!

Doreen:

Well you take over, sweetie. I'll shut up!

Leslie: [Laughing]

Bram:

Mickey there was nothing on the reel of film... the last reel film. But still...

Leslie: [Coughing]

Bram:

We've started with a new reel tonight. Absolutely fresh.

Nigel:

He's not there.

Gwen Vaughan:

No, he's gone to look for Doctor Marshall.

Female sitter:

I heard someone else call...

Bram:

No, it's Leslie's heavy breathing.

Female sitter:

No it wasn't.

Mickey: [Singing softly]

# Art thou weary, art thou languid, art thou sore distressed...# What's the next bit?

Bram:

# Come to me... I can't remember.

[Other sitters try to recall the words]

Bram:

You always choose the ones we don't know the words to Mickey. But why should you sing that? It's rather...

Mickey:

Because your Mamma's here and she used to sing it.

Female sitter:

I thought... Mickey, I thought I heard someone.

Mickey:

Your Mamma used to often croon... oh, well I suppose you'd call it 'sing' to herself.

Bram:

Oh yes.

Female sitter:

...heard a lady talking, I'm sure I did. She didn't speak did she Mickey?

Mickey:

No I don't... I don't think so.

Female sitter:

No, I think I sort of heard it mentally.

Mickey: [Singing faster]

# Art thou weary, art thou languid, art thou sore distressed...#

Bram:

'Come to me and...?'

Doreen:

# Come to him and lay thy burden...?

[Sitters discuss the lyrics]

Mickey: [Singing] [Sitters join in]

# Lead us heavenly father, lead us, O'er the world's tempestuous sea, Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, For we have no help but thee; Yet possessing every blessing, If our God our Father be#

Doreen:

That's lovely Mickey.

Mickey:

You know your... your, your Mummy, she loves hymns...

Female sitter:

She always did.

Mickey:

...and that. And she used to sing them and when she wasn't feeling too good, she'd sometimes sit in a chair and, sort of, sing to herself.

Bram:

Mickey, you're not quite... you're not getting a bit confused with the other one are you? Because there's our mother and the other lady, Alice, that used to look after us. And she used to sing hymns a lot. (I hope I haven't spoiled it for us!)​

Mickey: [Singing softly]

# Lead kindly light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on; The night is dark, and I am far from home; Lead thou me on...# I never remember the words.

[Laughter]

Nigel:

They're all sad ones.

Bram:

Aren't they? They are rather depressing.

Nigel:

They're all terribly sad.

Female sitter:

They may be the ones she used to sing?

Bram:

Do you think maybe, at some time, it might be possible for her to speak to us Mickey?

Mickey:

You mean your Aunty?

Bram:
Either of them.

Mickey:

Well, maybe.

[Sighs]

Leslie: [Sniffing]

Mickey:

Oh shut up sniffing.

[Laughter]

Mickey:

What's the matter Viv?

Viv:

I'm laughing at your whispering.

Mickey:

Oh. You've got a gurgle in your throat, ain't you?

Viv:

What's that?

'

Mickey:

It's like a gurgle, you know.

Viv:

Oh, a gurgle.

Mickey:

Yeah. You know, you gurgle. Some people gurgle when they laugh don't they?

Viv:

Oh. Oh yes, that's right. I was gurgling.

[Laughter]

Mickey:

And other people laugh, like a belly-laugh, don't they? And other people snigger, you know, sort of 'hee-hee'. But you don't, you gurgle.

Viv:

That's right.

Mickey:

You know, in your throat, like. It's nice. It's like a brook!

[Loud laughter]

Viv:

I think that's a lovely thing to be Mickey...

Mickey:

It's 'tinkle, tinkle, tinkle', you know, like one of them brooks - when water runs over the rocks...

Viv:

That's a lovely sound.

Mickey:

When are you going home Viv?

Viv:

Well, I haven’t thought about that. I'm not... I'm putting off thinking about it Mickey. Don’t want to go.

Mickey:

Well, we don't want you to go. And we don't want old Jimmy to go either.

Viv:

Well, we'll see what we can do about that.

Jim:

We don't have to.

Mickey:

Do what James?

Jim:

Well, I just said 'we don't have to'.

Mickey:

Nah... you can go away for a few days and get your visa... stamp, whatever it is, you know.

Jim:

I know.

Mickey:

You don't have to go away for months and months on end. You can skip across the channel, book a weekend - dirty weekend - come back and get your book stamped!

Jim:

How do you know that?

[Loud laughter]

Viv:

Sounds so simple!

Jim:

Can't get put too much over you, can you... can we?

Mickey:

Well, that's what they do ain't it?

Jim:

Yeah, you're right. You're right.

[Laughter]

Mickey:

Of course, you could go and ask the Queen. Special dispensation. Couldn't you?

Bram:

You don't get dispensation from the Queen, that's the Pope surely?

Mickey:

Well, she's more important than the Pope ain't she?

Bram:

Well I should think she's much better - personally.

Mickey:

Well, at least she's straightforward.

[Laughter]

[Coughing]

Mickey:

Cheer up Aunty...

Leslie:

Who's Aunty?

Nigel:

Doreen.

Doreen:

Me?

Mickey:

Yeah, Aunty Doreen.

Doreen:

Oh, I am cheered up, darling. I really am. I'm... frightfully cheerful. Promise you.

Mickey:

How are you Jenny?

Leslie:

Who's Jenny?

Mickey:

Gwen!

Gwen Vaughan:

I'm very well thank you Mickey.

Mickey:

Jenny Wren.

Gwen:

Jenny Wren, that's right. I haven't done anything about that yet Mickey.

Mickey: [Singing]

# Who'll buy my sweet lavender? Who will buy? Who will buy? Who'll buy my sweet lavender?#

Course you wouldn't remember that...but when you was alive, that's how you used to go around in the streets singing it.

Gwen:

That's right. Mmm...

Bram:

Your tune was a bit wrong.

Mickey:

Ah, it was alright. The one you listen to ain't the old-fashioned 'un!

Bram:

Oh, sorry.

Gwen:

Well there you are you see, Mickey knows better than you do.

But, uh, do you think it's worthwhile doing something about it Mickey?

Mickey:

What? About what?

Gwen:

Trying to find, um... get some information from Bristol.

Mickey:

I don't know. I suppose so. Evidently your grave's still there, mate. You might as well go and have a look at that [to keep you going].

[Laughter]

Mickey:

Though I should hardly think you could decipher it...

Gwen:

No, but if I were to go around and look at all the graves over the past centuries, I'd... I'd be doing a circular tour of the world, wouldn't I?

Mickey:

If you're looking over the graves of the past century, you wouldn't find it, 'cause it's longer ago than that.

Gwen:

About sixteen hundred and something, wasn't it?

Mickey:

You've got a shocking memory for dates, mate. Seventeen hundred and something wasn't it?

Gwen:

Thank you... was it? Oh, I beg your pardon.

[Laughter]

Bram:

It would be rather nice Mickey if, over a period of time, either you or whoever was able to do it, could take each one us in turn, in the circle, and tell us about our past, if we have any. I mean, that's tellable.

Mickey:

I'm surprised you want to know about your past.

Female sitter:

Please tell us a little.

Bram:

Well it'd be interesting.

Richard:

We would like to know.

Mickey:

I thought you'd want to know about the future.

[Laughter and all talking]

Bram:

No, no. Who wants to know about the future?

Female sitter:

We don't want to know about the future.

Bram:

I don't want to know about the future, thank you.

Mickey:

You don't?

Bram:

No.

Mickey:

Oh. Why?

Bram:

Because I think the future is frightening.

Mickey:

How do you know? It might be very pleasant.

Bram:

Oh, I mean, on this side.

Gwen:

Yes, but is Mickey talking about the 'general future' or just the future of each individual?

Mickey:

Was he in the Indian Army?

Gwen:

Mmm..?

Mickey:

Was he in the Indian Army?

Doreen:

The Indian Army?

Mickey:

Yes.

Bram:

No.

Mickey:

General Future.

Bram:

No.

Leslie: [Loud laughter]

Oh dear!

[All laughing]

Female sitter: [Laughing]

...General Future!

Mickey:

I feel in a giggle mood tonight!

Female sitter:

You are...

Leslie: [Laughing]

Mickey:

After all, I have such a 'basin-full' all the week, having to work hard.

Bram:

Ah yeah, but during the week, Mickey, most of it is...

Mickey:

Oh cripes! Here we go. What?

[Laughter]

Bram:

... is, um, personal stuff, isn't it?

Mickey:

Yeah, I know...

Bram:

Well we don't particularly want personal stuff, as such.

Mickey:

You're not going to get it either!

Bram:

Well that's alright then, but...

Mickey:

Not tonight you ain't, mate.

Bram:

No but...

Richard: [Loud laughter]

Leslie: [Laughing]

Bram:

No, but something good, you know?

Mickey:

Well what's wrong with me? I'm not bad!

Bram:

I haven't said anything's wrong with you.

Viv:

You're great Mickey...

Nigel:

He wants Nellie Klute* again, that's what.

*Female communicator from July 7th 1972

Bram:

I mean, a good old talk, you know, about something or other.

Mickey:

Well, we better talk about 'the other' then.

Bram:

Well come on then...

Gwen:

For us to climb the ladder to the higher regions...

Jim:

Flying saucers or something...

Mickey:

You know, something went wrong with you Gwen when you was playing 'snakes and ladders' as a kid.

Gwen:

Why?

Mickey:

Always on about bleedin' ladders!

Gwen: [Laughter]

Female sitter: [Laughing]

She was probably sliding down them instead of going up...

Mickey:

Trouble with you is mate, you went forward two, you had to go back four!

[Laughter]

Mickey:

Poor old sausage...

Maria?

Marie White:

Yes Mickey?

Mickey:

How are you Maria White?

Leslie: [Laughing]

Marie:

I'm alright, thank you.

Mickey:

You're a case you are!

Marie:

Why?

I know things are all in a muddle...

Mickey:

Yeah, but you've been in a muddle for a hell of a long time, ain't you?

Marie:

Yes.

Bram: [Laughing]

Mickey:

One way and another.

Marie:

They don't seem to be sorting themselves out, do they?

Mickey:

Well, the trouble is you've got too many 'irons in the fire', mate.

Marie:

I know, but how can I get them out?

Mickey:

Well, you could chuck a pail of water on the fire.

Marie:

Yes, I suppose I could.

Mickey:

No, jokes apart, but you... you're going to be alright Marie. I know it's a usual thing for us to say those sorts of things to cheer people up. But straight up, honest - you'll be alright. You'll come out in the clear, mate.

Marie:

Yes, I know, but I want to know which way to go.

Mickey:

Well, I don't know. All I know is that you must stay on your own.

Marie:

Must I?

Leslie: [Coughing]

Mickey:

You want to ask me something then Marie?

Marie:

Yes. When have I got to take the clock back?

Mickey:

Take the clock back?

Marie:

Mmm...

Mickey:

I've heard of putting them back, but not taking them back.

Marie:

No. Taking it back. Or don't you know about it? Mmm...?

[Short silence]

Leslie:

I think he's gone to find out!

[Laughter]

Mickey:

But you don't have to take it back, do you?

Marie:

Well, or else... well, then it's going to be collected.

Mickey:

I don't make head nor tail of it. Someone says that why do you have to give it up?

Marie:

Well, it's not mine.

Mickey:

But do you want to keep it?

Marie:

I can't !

Mickey:

Well, what you worrying about then?

Marie:

Well, I just want to know when I'm going to get rid of it.

Mickey:

Well, is that that important?

Marie:

Yes!

Leslie: [Coughing]

Marie:

Because it's a liability.

Mickey:

Well sorry, but I neither see you taking it anywhere or anyone fetching it.

Marie:

Oh. So it'll stay put?

Mickey:

Yeah. I hope it goes though.

Leslie: [Laughing]

Oh dear!

Marie:

I have no... I haven't even tried to see whether it does go actually.

Mickey:

Have you got the hammer to it?

Marie:

Good gracious, no! It's a brand new one.

Mickey:

Ha ha... you are funny you are...I just don't know - I think you're worrying unduly, as you call it. I don't think they care 'two hoots' whether they fetch it or whether you give it up or what. But I think you...you...you should just have it - and keep it.

Marie:

Mmm-hmm.

Mickey:

Why don't you wind it up and see if it goes?

Marie:

Alright, I will.

Mickey:

What a funny question. Is it that important - a clock?

Marie?

Marie:

Um...

Leslie: [Coughing]

Marie:

...well I don't know whether the clock is or the owner.

Mickey:

Well, I should imagine that the owner's a human being and the human being is more important than the old clock.

Marie:

Mmm. Alright then.

Mickey:

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

Don't you like the person who owns it then?

Marie:

Yes.

Mickey:

Oh well. Well, I don't know. I don't...

Marie:

But I don't know where the owner is, that's the trouble.

Mickey:

Oh blimey!

Marie: [Laughing]

Yes, it's more and more complicated. I hoped you might help me.

Mickey:

Well, I don't know, all I know is that I don't get no one fetching on it and I don't see you turfing it up.

Marie:

Oh, so it stays put?

Mickey:

So perhaps the owner could be over here?

Marie:

Oh no!

Mickey:

I said 'could be', I didn't say 'was'.

Marie:

Yes. Yes, I hadn't thought of that. It's possible I suppose.

Doreen:

Mickey?

Mickey:

Yes-ie?

Doreen:

Tell me what, if you know anything, about the child Linda Martel. You know the little girl that healed... that healed people in her life and...

Leslie: [Coughing]

Doreen:

...and she passed over too. Do you know anything about her at all?

Mickey:

Well I know some... well, not really much. I know you... she's been on your brain, you know...

Doreen:

Yes.

Mickey:

...a lot lately and I've heard you and Nigel talking about her and I know you've got something belonging to her.

Doreen:

Yes.

Mickey:

But I don't know much else about it. I mean, if it was... I might be able to find out.

Doreen:

You know the Church is, sort of, taking her over...

Mickey:

Oh, God help her!

Leslie: [Laughs]

Doreen:

...and I... you know, [they're] talking about having an inquiry to see if she's a saint, and all this...and, you know...

Mickey:

They... they... they go and spoil it; what is a natural thing.

Doreen:

...and it is natural.

Mickey:

They go and, sort of, turn it all on...with all sorts of...

Doreen:

I know. Well, this is what's so awful really. I wondered if, you know, she was on your plane or...?

Mickey:

Well, I don't know. I don't know much really. I've heard you talk about her and I've heard you...old Flint...you tell old Les about her and that.

Ah, well.

Doreen:

Well, never mind, because... you know next time...

Mickey:

This ain't my night - I can see that.

[Laughter]

Doreen:

No, some other time when you...

Mickey:

What with clocks and...

Doreen:

...you know, if you find out...

[Laughter]

Doreen:

...you might hear something and...

Mickey:

I just thought I'd come and have a 'chin-wag' and a... you know [sighs]

Doreen:

I just wanted to know who she really was, because she obviously wasn't really just an ordinary child.

[Break in the recording]

[Bram switches on some music]

Leslie:

Oh dear...

Bram:

I thought, while we were sitting quietly...

Leslie:

Mmm?

Bram:

I thought, while we were sitting quietly...

[Sound of gentle piano music]

Nigel:

What's that, Rosemary Brown?

Bram:

No.

Leslie: [Laughs / Coughs]

[Sitters speak quietly about the music]

[Break in the recording]

Leslie: [Sighs]

[Music ends abruptly / player switches off]

Bram:

Hello?

[Short silence]

Doreen:

Who was that? Was that Mickey?

Female sitter:

I heard a whisper...

Bram:

No, that was a very faint whisper. It sounded like a female voice. But it was very, very faint.

Female sitter:

Hello?

Bram:

May have been attracted by the music?

Female sitter:

Mmm...

[Piano music begins to play / player is switched on]

[Music plays for one minute]

Leslie:

It's as if Mickey's disappeared.

Perhaps he's gone to find Doctor Marshall? [Laughing]

Doreen:

It is ages since Doctor Marshall [came]...

Leslie:

I know. It is a long time, isn't it?

Doreen:

Mmm...

Jim:

[He was at the] demonstration on the 15th of July, wasn't he?

Leslie:

Do what?

Jim:

He brought Twice-hurst through, didn't he? Didn't he speak before... at the demonstration on the 15th of July?

Leslie:

Really?

Jim:

Wasn't it he who introduced Ticehurst... Simon Ticehurst.*

*2nd Officer in fatal British air crash in June 1972

Leslie:

Oh! I don't know who... oh I see. I didn't know...

Jim:

He didn't say who it was, but it sounded like him.

Leslie:

Oh.

Doreen:

I really meant it was a long time since he had talked to us. Yeah. Ages, isn't it Leslie?

Leslie:

It seems a long time, doesn't it?

Doreen:

Well, I expect he has to speak to other people...

Leslie:

I sometimes wonder if they've got, really, any idea of time. I think, probably, they speak months ago and they thought it was yesterday.

[Piano music continues to play]

[Break in the recording]

Richard:

Was that Chopin?

Bram:

Mmm... It would be nice if he'd come through one evening...

Leslie:

Mmm...?

Bram:

...and talk to us.

[Break in recording]

Doreen:

The room is filled with light isn't it?

Bram:

Mmm?

Doreen:

This room is filled with light. It's terribly light.

Female sitter:

It's cold too.

Doreen:

Yes.

[Break in recording]

Bram:

Are you awake Leslie?

Leslie: [Very quietly]

Mmm...mmm...

[Sitters whispering]

Leslie:

There's something going on around me. My legs have gone like blocks of ice!

Bram:

They're probably giving you help... healing.

Leslie:

Could be.

[Piano music ends quietly]

Leslie:

I don't know why - it sounds so stupid - but nevertheless, whether it's stupid or not, but I have seen a beautiful harp. Oh no, don't make a joke and say I'm going to play one soon or something, but I've seen this beautiful harp. It's really absolutely fantastic; the scroll work on it and the figures and the artistry of the thing. It's gorgeous. Why I should see that I haven't a clue.

Doreen:

Ireland perhaps?

Leslie:

Oh, I don't know. I suppose it could be... but it's one of those gorgeous things that you do see, you know...when concert pianists play them or something...

[Male sitter comments]

Leslie:

It's one of those beautiful things with a big figurehead, you know, sort of... gorgeous thing.

[Female sitter comments quietly]

Richard:

It sounds like a symbol.

Leslie:

I think it is. I don't know why or what, but there's some significance that I should see this. It's a beautiful thing.

Nigel:

Thought I heard a voice...

Doreen:

Yes.

Female sitter:

Mmm?

Nigel:

There's whispering.

Female sitter:

Yes.

Nigel:

Hello?

[Break in recording]

Bram:

...alright Doctor Marshall.

Doctor Marshall:

God bless you, see you all next week.

Doreen:

Oh Doctor Marshall. Hello! We've missed you.

Doctor Marshall:

It's very nice to be missed.

[Laughing]

Doctor Marshall:

Once we get going...

Bram:

Yes?

Doctor Marshall:

...once more, the next few weeks and build up again.

Leslie:

Good.

Doctor Marshall:

Bye-bye.

All:

Goodbye!

Doreen:

And thank you for coming.

Mickey:

I'm sorry...

Bram:

That's alright Mickey.

Jim:

Bye-bye Mickey.

Mickey:

...but I have to go. I'm glad [sitter's name] is in the circle.

Bram:

Are you?

Viv:

Thank you Mickey.

Mickey:

...but you must ask permission. Bye-bye.

Leslie: [Laughing]

Female sitter:

Bye-bye Mickey...

Bram:

There's going to be no more additions.

Mickey:

Well, always ask first. Bye-bye.

All:

Bye-bye.

END OF RECORDING

 This transcript was completed for the Trust by K.Jackson-Barnes - June 2020

with grateful help from Karyn Jarvie.