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Narvel & Terry
at the Belper Literary
on May 18th. 2013
About Narvel Annable
My life has been a series of
re-inventions. In September 2010, a sudden promotion
catapulted me from local to global author. The Nazca
Plains Corporation in Las Vegas published my fourth novel
Secret Summer which is now available all over the world.
This boosted the sales of previous efforts including Lost
Lad set in Heanor, Derbyshire; a rugged, macho,
homophobic, hill top colliery town. Lost Lad follows the
transformation of a miserable prepubescent into the
confident and happy adolescent who was re-invented and
rechristened Dobba by his mates. This move from a grim,
gas lit, Dickensian Church of England all boys junior
school in 1958 to Howitt Secondary School, a culture of
kindness, was a dramatic improvement.
The first part of Lost Lad
documents growing suspicion brewing in Heanor at Mundy
Street Boys School, 1955 to 1957, where I was subjected to
a daily routine of physical and psychological torture. My
day started with prayers and hymns and ended with a desire
to be dead. Every day, one damaged boy endured humiliating
experiences affording no mercy. A sadistic schoolmaster
encouraged aggressive taunts, brutal insults, screaming
jeers reducing an already wretched boy to a very low level
of self esteem. And all that was dismissed as 'part of
cultural. The Annable's had been lumbered with a lad who
was 'not a proper lad'. A son who showed no interest in
football and could not defend himself with bare knuckles
in the playground brought dishonour upon his working class
A further re-invention is
described in my second autobiographic novel Scruffy
Chicken. It took place in 1963 when I immigrated into the
United States and arrived in Detroit on the day before the
assassination of President Kennedy. It was a steep
learning curve. The repressed Derbyshire teenager of thick
accent, deeply locked inside his shameful homosexual
closet, had to fit in as a clean cut American, to be
comfortable with his all-white racist buddies and appear
hot to trot for the chicks.
The following years in
Motown involved several jobs before graduating from
Eastern Michigan University (magna cum laude) in 1975
followed by a year teaching African-American history at St
Bridget High School. Adapting to this strict Catholic
environment, behind respectable spectacles, Narvel
imitated his former teachers and transformed himself into
a strict schoolmaster with traditional views. This was a
far cry from his parallel existence, the promiscuous,
secretive chicken who consorted with Negroes and haunted
the notorious bath houses of Detroit, Chicago and New York
from 1964 to 1976.
People have asked me, 'why did
you describe yourself as a scruffy chicken during your
1965 six month vacation in Britain?' Scruffy in the title
of Scruffy Chicken is not so much a comment on me; it is
more a criticism of the Derby and Nottingham snobs who
made me feel scruffy, scruffy accent, scruffy clothes,
scruffy manners, scruffy education etc.
Narvel Annable, Peter Tatchell & Terry
The secretive world of same-sex
attraction in the East Midlands of the mid 1960s was very
different from the gay scene in America where, for the
most part, men behaved like men. By British standards
Detroit was classless, a doctor sounded the same as a
dustman. Immaculately dressed effeminate English
homosexuals used their refined affected accents to demean
and exclude roughly spoken homosexuals classed as 'the
lower orders'. These were the invisible people who
inhabited an underworld of seedy public houses and back
street lavatories. Scruffy Chicken uncovers this twilight
world of curious characters - queens, crones, gnomes,
toads, goblins, feral boys - who were warped by vicious
homophobic cruelty and bigotry of mid 20th century
The following year, a rollercoaster of
passion and pain, magic and menace, is celebrated in my
latest novel Secret Summer. In 1966 I fell in love with a
mysterious tough guy who held me in the grip of agony and
ecstasy. The title - a comment on the necessity for gay
teenage boys to lust in secret, hunt in secret and love in
secret, is, sadly, still true here in the 21st century.
After several annual holidays in the UK in the late
1960s and early 1970s, chronic homesickness fuelled my
departure from Detroit, in 1976, to resettle in
Derbyshire. In the September of that year, I met my future
long term partner Terry Durand who was married with
children. The trauma and shock of coming to terms with his
life-long repressed same sex attraction triggered a
breakdown and several weeks in a psychiatric hospital.
Electric shock aversion therapy was suggested as a 'cure'
for his homosexuality. This low point was followed by a
painful and slow journey to eventual contentment and
Narvel & Terry on Honeymoon in Matlock Bath in 1976
On September 3rd 2011, we celebrated our
35 years together.
From 1978 to 1995, I was
a history master at the Valley Comprehensive School in
Worksop, North Nottinghamshire, quietly doing my job,
keeping my head down, keeping my private life very private
and contributing nothing to the gay cause. Like many other
homosexual teachers, I was isolated, terrified of being
exposed as 'a queer'. I was frightened of being humiliated
by ignorant pupils and colleagues in a deeply conservative
homophobic colliery community.
During this same
period, 'out and proud' brave people were giving an
enormous boost to the fledgling Campaign for Homosexual
Equality. A good example was
Richard McCance who was
elected to Nottingham City Council in 1983. He went on to
publish a gay and lesbian free sheet which eventually
expanded to 16 pages with a circulation of 5000 which must
have given succour and hope to untold numbers in the LGBT
community. Well done! He did all this. I did nothing.
Gay sex was decriminalised in 1967. However, people
like me, hiding in my small bungalow in the pit village of
Clowne, in the 1980's, effectively existed as outlaws
dodging disapproval, violent thugs and the dreaded
plain-clothes police who haunted gay venues as agents
To support this assessment of a
bleak decade, a disturbing incident seared into my memory.
I was sussed out and approached by a distressed teenage
boy, a grim picture of self-hate - tormented by a strong
sexual attraction for other boys. He needed to know that
there were others like himself. He needed a sympathetic
ear and practical advice. In fear of losing my job and the
good opinion of my colleagues, I gave him neither. I
played safe. To my eternal shame, I turned my back on this
cry for help.
The second incident, a few months
later, was horrific. He turned up at my door! He was a
shadow of his former self, appearing pale, drained and
defeated, accompanied by a woman and a child. This
unfortunate young man, like two former friends in Detroit,
had been brain-washed, bible-bashed into a heterosexual
zombie. He spoke a few well rehearsed words about sin and
redemption before, for the second time, out of fear, I
made polite apologies and closed my door on this victim of
active evangelism and rabid homophobia.
further re-invention: in 1995 I seized an opportunity to
escape from the restricting bonds of being a bogus
heterosexual schoolmaster to become a writer. I wrote as I
taught, with caution, hiding my true face from those who
would condemn me as immoral, wicked and sinful at worst,
sick, abnormal and disordered at best.
Several local newspapers and gay
magazines have supported me in printing letters which
challenge medieval religious attitudes. See LETTERS in
this website and read about my confrontations with
Catholics, Pentecostals, Mormons, the Salvation Army and
Jehovah's Witnesses. I am grateful to The Independent for
allowing my voice to travel far and wide on the subject of
Christian and Muslim fundamentalism. Especially pleasing
was the letter printed in The Independent on August 23rd
2011 in which I criticise the damaging 'deep and sincere
views' held by Lillian Ladele and also the homophobic
foster parents in Derby, Eunice and Owen Johns.
After two efforts dealing with my early schooldays, Death
on the Derwent, published in 1999, was received with
polite encouraging comments in the local press. This first
novel, like the author, was peopled by frustrated and
inhibited gay characters. It was followed by the biography
of a former teacher, A Judge Too Far in 2001. However, His
Honour Keith Matthewman QC is not the judge I best
remember. That honour goes to a High Court Judge of the
Old Bailey' Sir Brian Smedley 1934-2007 who was partly
the inspiration for Martin Harcourt QC in Scruffy Chicken
and Secret Summer.
In mid 1960s gay circles, it
was common knowledge that Brian was a Barrister. I met him
frequently in several venues and drooled over his
beautiful white Jaguar. He was a regular at our
'gentleman's club, the Derby Turkish Bath and was a
prestigious dinner guest in the homes of senior members of
the Derby and Nottingham LGBT community.
Richard Narvel &
at the Belper Literary
on May 18th. 2013
researching A Judge Too Far, it was a coincidence to
discover that Keith and Brian shared a close friendship
which went back to their early barrister days in Chambers
at The Ropewalk in Nottingham. In a formal letter, a blast
from the past, I politely asked Sir Brian if he would care
to contribute to the biography by sharing any interesting
or entertaining anecdotes about his one time colleague
Keith Matthewman. It seemed foolish to pretend that we
were strangers, so, in the last paragraph, I touched on
the fact that we had met and mentioned memorable dinner
parties and the names of a few old friends from our past.
His reply was hurtful. It included a few useful
references to his teaching days in Long Eaton and
recollections of his association with Keith and Jane
Matthewman. Notwithstanding, at the end, his tone became
stern and rather grand. Sir Brian Smedley, the High Court
Judge of the Old Bailey informed me that I was mistaken.
He had no memory of a teenager called Annable, no memory
of dinner parties or any of the people cited.
some minutes I stared into that letter from a man who
once, after dinner, counselled good advice to an anxious
boy trying to navigate through a frequently unreliable
world of secretive gay men riddled with all their own
personal problems, repressions and hang-ups. It felt like
a slap in the face. And yet - this lordly figure on high -
resplendent in his judicial robes had set off a process
which released me from my own repressions and hang-ups.
Another re-invention? I think so. The writer of
mediocre and safe subjects would transform into a writer
of important issues, essentially, he would battle with the
bigotry and ignorance which had blighted his life,
homophobia. After an escape from teaching, the fire in my
belly became a positive force for good. It burnt bright
and hot, fuelled by a deeper understanding of gay history
and the injustice which spanned centuries of human
existence. The discovery of writing and fighting for the
LGBT cause gave my life a new shape and real purpose.
On June 1st 2010, The Independent
printed my letter responding to a personal and political
tragedy which had come as a great blow to the new
coalition government. It could have been about Brian
Smedley. It was, in fact, about the Chief Secretary to the
Treasury, David Laws, who had just resigned after the
exposure of his secret lover, James Lundie, a relationship
unknown even to family and friends.
personal experience, I argued that continuing to be
defensive and closeted about his sexuality, David Laws
allowed homophobic elements in the heterosexual majority
to portray being gay as a personality flaw, or worse. Over
the previous ten years, his conduct has contributed to
undermine and undervalue the lives of millions of people
like me, making it more difficult to fight bigotry,
discrimination and ignorance.
To support this
position, I referred to Alan Bates and his secret lover
Peter Wyngarde who complained, 'I'm told to walk
two paces behind Alan. If we go to a party, we can never
arrive together. I have to arrive earlier, or later'.
Alan and Peter make a brief appearance in Secret
Picture by David Hemm
taken at Nottingham Pride
When Lost Lad was published in 2003,
sales slumped when local readers uncovered a gay theme. A
local councillor told me, 'After page 45, I didn't want
to read any more'. A few others had misunderstood the
homoerotic adolescent incident, graphically described in
the Belper Baths locker room, which actually happened in
the summer of 1959. It was as much about boasting and
boyhood power as experimental sex.
This dip in
sales was dramatically reversed after strong support from
an unexpected quarter in September 2005. On the strength
of previous titles, the Belper Women's Institute asked me
to talk to them about my work. I accepted and sent them a
selection of press cuttings and comments about Lost Lad to
assist the members in framing questions. Within a few
days, a curt letter arrived withdrawing the invitation
stating that 'It would not be suitable for our ladies.' As
I pondered this missive through doleful eyes, the phone
rang. The caller, from Torquay, described herself as a 66
year old grandmother who attends church regularly.
'I've just finished your novel. I'm deeply moved by
the sorrow and hurt suffered because of your sexual
orientation. Thank you so much for that window into an
interesting life and the guided tour of hills and dales of
Derbyshire: so picturesque.'
Appreciation for these
comments was expressed. However, she heard the melancholy
in my voice and asked why her enthusiasm was received in
such gloomy tones. I explained.
'What are you going
to do about it?'
'People like me are used to this
sort of attitude. There's not much I can do'
'Well! I know what I can do about it, and will do!'
She wrote a lengthy letter of outrage to the
Belper News. The latter sported a front page
headline screaming 'NO GAY SEX PLEASE, WE'RE THE BELPER
WI' followed by text sympathetic to the rejected guest
The Derby Telegraph COMMENT of September
21st 2005, under the headline 'A STANCE ROOTED IN
THE PAST' - fully supported my position. That, in turn, was
buttressed by a full page under a banner headline
author's talk is scrapped by WI ' and sub headline
'Blatant discrimination shocks retired teacher'. Both papers
displayed a large photograph of the author holding up the
front cover of his latest effort
Lost Lad. The result:
hundreds of copies were sold!
Sales were further
buttressed by coverage on
Central News, the local
Narvel Annable would like extend a big
'thank you' to the Belper WI and the kind reader from
This event boosted my name and fame [or
infamy] from local to national level. Many UK libraries
stocked Lost Lad and Scruffy Chicken which followed in
2006. I can even credit these good ladies for ensuring
that The Nazca Plains Corporation in Las Vegas had become
aware of me when they received the Secret Summer
manuscript in the August of 2010.
Terry Durand and Ian Campbell
An invitation from Local Authorities and libraries to
talk about my work has been especially helpful in
educating and challenging homophobic ignorance. Support
from the Nottingham Evening Post, Derby Telegraph and the
Belper News to publicise these events, has been both
generous and essential to achieve a healthy turn-out, and
quite often a full house.
In February 2007, via
the Derby Telegraph, Derby City Council invited the public
to hear readings from Scruffy Chicken at the Central
Library and engage the author in conversation. In the
audience, I was delighted to see the former Mayor of the
City of Derby, Robin Wood, whose contribution in
questions and comment was much appreciated.
in that gathering was an unknown Canadian who took a
special interest in the proceedings which would give
Scruffy Chicken international promotion. On May 10th 2007,
Vancouver's Lesbian and Gay Biweekly newspaper XTRA! West
www.xtra.ca, ran a
generous half page feature under the headline 'Ugly Old Trolls'
and sub headline 'Gay life
through the eyes of a scruffy chicken 'OLD VS YOUNG' by
Brad Teeter. Thank you, Brad.
All these events are
well documented with press cuttings which appear on my
regular A4 hard copy News Sheets which started with Sheet
1 in 2003. The XTRA! West feature dominated Sheet 77 and,
at the time of writing, the most recent Sheet 130, dated
June 2011, is typical. Three letters about a courageous
gay prison inmate called Richard appeared in the
Nottingham Evening Post and
Derby Telegraph. To give
depth, my original letter is placed next to a letter of
support and a critical letter. Next to a photograph of the
Nottingham Council House, there is an item from
Queer Bulletin about the
Nottinghamshire's Rainbow Heritage
www.nottsrainbowheritage.org.uk Celebration Evening in the
Council House Ballroom in February 2011. Two further
pictures show a display board highlighting my campaigning
and letters over the last three years. A caption gives
thanks to Roger Hollier for his skill, time and trouble in
producing this effective exhibit.
If readers are
interested in seeing any of these 130 sheets, free of
charge, I can post via 'large letter' up to 12 sheets at a
time. Please send a postal address to
email@example.com or write to me at 44 Dovedale
Crescent, Belper, Derby DE56 1HJ, or phone 01 773 82 44
On Sheet 83 - the Heanor Library event of
February 2008 was also memorable. The two back rows where
full of women - so enthusiastic, so supportive in body
language, so helpful in eye contact - they deserve special
mention. Throughout my gay life, I have seen a continuing
social apartheid between gay men and lesbians. How very
sad ? one half of homosexual humanity ignoring the other
half. If we take that attitude, we are all diminished and
The success of Lost Lad gave
me the opportunity to be interviewed on
Television, BBC Radio Derby and BBC Radio Nottingham.
Scruffy Chicken took me further afield.
Manchester [GMR] invited me to discuss the novel twice
during March 2006. In 'Gay Talk'
'Scruffy Chicken was a great read. I know it's the old
clich' but, really; I just couldn't put it down!'
In the following edition of 'Gay Talk', I was in
conversation with its producer, Ashley Byrne who took a
special interest in my next project Secret Summer.
On April 3rd 2006, I was the guest of
Robinson of BBC Radio Sheffield. Several phone calls from interested
listeners extended the interview up to one hour. It was
good to be invited back in March 2010 to discuss issues
raised in Secret Summer. I had the opportunity to be a
part of the
BBC Radio Sheffield discussion on homophobia
ahead of Sheffield Pride on July 16th 2011. Giving air
time to these important matters was appreciated. It was
kind of Toby Foster to invite my comments on the gay
marriage controversy on August 20th 2011.
to thank the
Sheffield Star. Over the years, it has
printed my letters, articles and one full page feature
[Sheet 52] on Scruffy Chicken by
Martin Dawes - 18.04.06.
It highlighted trials suffered during a lifetime trying to
hide from the ignorance, prejudice, discrimination and
bigotry from some of the heterosexual majority.
April 24th 2006,
Julie Mayer of BBC Radio
questions about Scruffy Chicken. She focused on my life
and encounters with homophobia.
As part of Gay
History Month, February 2009,
Heritage invited me as Guest of Honour to the launch of
'View from the Top' the biggest LGBT exhibition in the UK
at Waterston's in Nottingham. It is a valuable collection
of photographs, books, pictures, diagrams, newspaper
cuttings and a wide range of LGBT memorabilia going back
many years. Had it not been for the brave efforts of
Nottinghamshire's Rainbow Heritage, Scruffy Chicken would
never have seen the light of day.
In March 2009,
Derby City Council held a Tri-Network Event in which I was
invited to address the gathering about my life and work.
In January 2010, the Derbys Rainbow Fringe Festival
asked me to speak
at Derby Central Library and also at a number of other
venues for Gay History Month, February 2010. After putting
sparkle and hope into a usually drab month, they
organised, managed, promoted and hosted several LGBT
events in the autumn of that year and the following Gay
History Month of February 2011. I am grateful to have been
associated with the Derbys Rainbow Fringe Festival. They
gave me the opportunity to speak at Chesterfield Library,
Derby University and to have the honour of introducing
Peter Tatchell on his first visit to Derby.
invitations as a guest speaker came from Nottinghamshire's
Rainbow Heritage. In February 2010; I gave readings from
Secret Summer to a full house at the Voluntary Action
Centre. I'm indebted to the Editor of Queer Bulletin for
providing necessary publicity for my books, several
Nottinghamshire engagements and some campaigning letters,
not least the sudden disappearance of Jack Carrier in QB
It happened in our colliery village
of Stanley Common in 1959 when I was a frustrated, deeply
repressed 14 year old scruffy chicken. We had a shy and
gentle postmaster called Jack Carrier. One day he was
there - the next day he was gone!
to him?' I asked mother.
'That one! Huh! Good
riddance,' she snapped. 'E were one of them funny sorts.
No good to any woman,' she growled.
The effect on
me? Well, it was the same as the effect on hundreds of
thousands like me. I hid inside of myself. I became
withdrawn and tried to pretend to desire girls. I drifted
into a secret world of fear and insecurity.
Jack had been discovered in some way, denounced and driven
out of Stanley Common by ignorant homophobic outrage. In
those dark days of rabid gay hate, it was considered quite
natural for a heterosexual to 'chat up' a woman. However,
if a homosexual engaged another man in conversation, that
was seen as 'soliciting for an immoral purpose'. Many
victims were entrapped by the CID in plainclothes and
humiliated in the local press. Did this happen to Jack?.
The above formed the main theme of my visit to North
Nottinghamshire College in Worksop, when I addressed
students and staff on the subject of homophobic ignorance
in March 2009. On the strength of that occasion, in the
following July, I delivered a similar talk to an audience
of Nottinghamshire teachers in Mansfield at the West
Nottinghamshire College. Following an imaginative
presentation about homophobic bullying by Councillor Ian
Campbell - (future Mayor of Retford) to make my point, I
revisited the pain and suffering of a famous actor called
Wilfrid Brambell who was entrapped by agents provocateurs
Cruel and humiliating tabloid headlines
screamed out 'Old Man Steptoe caught importuning to commit
a lewd act' . 'Albert Steptoe arrested by police' and
Junk Man charged with gross indecency'.
over the pages of the popular press, this reinforced the
generally held prejudice that a homosexual looked and
acted just like the shambling, dirty decrepit, toothless,
unshaven old man better known to the nation as Albert
Steptoe. I'm grateful to Gay Times [Sheet 102] for
printing my letter about this event in October 2009.
In May 2010 [Sheet 111] in recognition of valuable
contributions to the LGBT Community of Derby, along with
several others, Derby Pride nominated me for the Jeffery
Tillett Award. Quite an honour. However, many of us
concurred with the choice of the eventual winner who has
done so much to improve the quality of life for local gay
people. His insistence that the award be presented to the
whole Derbyshire Friend team of conscientious workers /
volunteers will add even more respect and prestige to the
good name of Toni Montinaro MBE.
, 01 332 20 77 04
In February 2010, I was
also nominated for an Equity Partnership Award for Best
Individual Contribution to LGB Communities in Bradford at
a prestigious ceremony in the French Ballroom of the
Midland Hotel. Once again, a better man won. Mark
Michalowski, for many years the editor of Shout! Magazine
has made an invaluable contribution to the West Yorkshire
gay community. www.gayers.co.uk
It is always
heartening to have a campaigning voice travel far and
wide. I would like to thank the Bradford Telegraph & Argus
for printing a number of my letters on gay issues ? not
least the generous full page 'Book of the Week' feature by
Emma Clayton praising Secret Summer on April 15th 2011.
The last nine chapters are set in Yorkshire. See Sheet
Whilst not hailing from Bradford, I had been
invited as guest speaker at several Bradford Pride events
and also at the first ever Civic Reception for the LGB
communities in the city to mark the International Day
Against Homophobia in May 2009.
Paul Hunt, leading
light of West Yorkshire, Chief Features Writer of SHOUT!
Magazine and chairman of Bradford?s LGB focus group told
the Derby Telegraph ?
'All Narvel's books are
successful in Yorkshire. We felt he would give an
excellent speech and connect strongly with the hundreds of
people who will be there on this IDAHO Day.'
from his review of Scruffy Chicken in 2007, Paul Hunt has
been a stalwart source of encouragement and support for my
activism and writing. Thank you, Paul.
In some of
my letters to the press, in an assessment of gay progress,
you will see the occasional use of the clich' 'We have
come a long way, but there is still a long way to go'. How
true. There is plenty of evidence to support both cases.
For example, 21 year old gay man, Oliver Hemsley might
well take a pessimistic view of LGBT progress. During a
homophobic attack in October 2008, he was battered over
the head with a glass bottle and stabbed seven times,
leaving him permanently paralysed and disabled. This, one
of many 'queer bashings', was near the George and Dragon,
Oliver?s local gay pub.
There had been warnings,
and those warnings continue! In early 2011, stickers were
plastered around East London declaring it to be a 'Gay
Free Zone,' threatening that Allah's punishment for
homosexuality was severe.
Graeme Taylor who
attends high school in Ann Arbor, Michigan USA might well
take an optimistic view of LGBT progress. At the age of
14, he is an excellent, confident speaker. In August 2011,
he was a guest on an American national TV programme, the
'Ellen De Generes Show' courageously explaining how and
why he came out of his closet, telling his friends he was
Martin Luther King told us that 'people
shouldn't be judged by the colour of their skin, but by
the content of their character. I want to be treated in
the same way. I should not be judged by who I love.'
A New Novel from Narvel
A Mystery set in Derbyshire 1958
Here is a
controversial story of transformation: a journey from
despair to delight. Adolescence is the change from boy to
man. In a sequel to Lost Lad, Simeon Hogg escapes from a
living hell into an enchanted world of fairytale people
inhabiting the hidden nooks and crannies of deepest
Derbyshire. Follow him as he transforms from a rough and
miserable urchin who - 'suffers a sea-change into
something rich and strange' as sung by Ariel, the airy
spirit from The Tempest.
In previous titles,
Narvel Annable has disclosed a promiscuous life style. He
includes confidential erotic and embarrassing details
which many gay boys and men of the 1950s have taken to
their graves. In this brutally honest autobiographic
novel, he goes further. He revisits his Dickensian Mundy
Street Boys School ordeal of sex slavery and cruel
bullying in Heanor. He reveals more youthful adventures
set in the shadowy world of homosexuality. With the help
of legislation and enlightened education, the gay
community of the 21st century hopes these horrors, which
have damaged so many, have gone forever.
novel explodes myths and challenges conventional thinking.
Whilst not condoning, it does not condemn. At the brink of
self destruction, Simeon's sexual abuser becomes his
saviour, persuading him, giving him courage to escape and
live, rather than to stay and die.
be published before Christmas 2013
Narvel’s links with Matlock Bath
The Grand Pavilion
October 2012, Terry and I were pleased to become Friends
of the Grand Pavilion and take an interest in the regular
emails sent to us by Gregor Macgregor.
to Trina for time and trouble invested in visiting Terry
and myself on the Monday morning of March 11th. She told
me it was a preliminary interview in advance of a more
formal recording for the Oral History part of the Grand
Pavilion Project. An hour with Trina was quite an
experience! An entertaining whirlwind of enthusiasm and
energy, she must be a powerful asset for the Grand
To slay the dragon of prejudice
and discrimination, I was delighted the project wanted to
hear from people like me and my partner of 37 years, Terry
Durand. Most of us meet gay people every day – but don’t
know it. LGBTs can make themselves invisible! Being open
about our sexuality is the best way to cut through decades
of fear and mythology. To be closeted and secretive,
simply hands ammunition to the hostile.
Terry and I
spent our ‘honeymoon’ in our favourite resort of Matlock
Bath at the Temple Hotel in the first week of September
1976. In the following week, after the stress of coming to
terms with his sexuality, Terry suffered a breakdown, was
removed to a psychiatric hospital [Mickleover] and offered
Electric Aversion Therapy to ‘cure’ him of his
Homophobia is unacceptable. I hope
the Oral History will address this particular ignorance
and turn it around in a positive way to promote that
positivity. In this way, people who hear our voice might
be educated on an issue which, especially in rural
England, only a few years ago, was considered taboo.
Around Matlock Bath and The Grand Pavilion there is a
whole untold secret history – now told in two novels
Scruffy Chicken and Secret Summer - copies of which I have
donated to The Grand Pavilion together with several sheets
of cuttings for background information. Extracts from the
Matlock Mercury and
Derby Telegraph highlight my long-term
connection with Matlock Bath.
A former friend,
Matlock man and popular drag act Herbert Siddons
[1924-2003] was famous for his Old Mother Riley
impersonations at the Matlock Lido in the 1950s and 1960s.
The Matlock Mercury feature Popular Drag Artiste
Remembered was printed on March 16th 2006. It explains how
Herbert inspired the character of Becksitch Betty
inScruffy Chicken. An odd effeminate man, he had a
strangely mobile writhing mouth: it seemed to move all
over his face, possibly the result of a broken jaw.
I have a faint memory of Herbert reminiscing about his
appearances at the Matlock Picture Palace and the Matlock
Bath Grand Pavilion. He also performed as Carmen Miranda
and Gracie Fields.
The principal character of
Secret Summer, a gorgeous butch-as-a-brick hunk I call
Ahmed, detested all effeminate men and especially Matlock
Bath! During his first visit to the UK in 1967, at his
expense, we travelled around in an impressive flashy Ford
Zodiac staying at top hotels. He loved London and was keen
to visit the Derbyshire his ‘Booby’ [pet name for Narvel]
had always raved about. I thought Matlock Bath was the
most beautiful place in the world. My lover had hardly
ventured out of hideous-flat-tar-and-cement Detroit.
Therefore, I was so sure - once he had explored the mossy
nooks and crannies of this idyllic Derbyshire Shangri-La –
Ahmed would never want to leave it. To my horror, he
wanted to leave it, as soon as he set eyes on it!
As a contrast to the posh hotels, I booked us into a
quaint friendly B&B called The Laurels at the foot of
Holmes Road where it meets Brunswood Road. It was a
The Christmas before, I infuriated one
of Derby’s snooty set by leaving the party with a fellow
teenager, a stunning stud with golden hair. Our host,
Claud Hoadley, as I call him in Scruffy Chicken, the First
Homosexual of Derbyshire, ranted about this ‘unacceptable
elopement’ in which two chickens, perfect strangers,
presented themselves at the door of The Laurels asking for
accommodation under heavy snow fall in the bleak
midwinter. The kind lady showed us a double bed – no
questions asked. An excellent breakfast complete with a
pretty yuletide view over the magnificent panorama of High
Tor was just as romantic.
Six months later, Detroit
met Derbyshire – it was hate at first sight. In sulky
silence Ahmed and his Booby strolled along North and South
Parade. Nothing pleased the American; nothing charmed him.
Deeply in love, I’d dreamed of the day when we’d steal a
kiss on Lovers Walk - but he refused even to cross the
River Derwent via Jubilee Bridge. He found the whole thing
primitive (I think he said ‘medieval’) nasty, common,
parochial and horribly cheap. The disaster came to an
abrupt end after a miserable night on a lumpy bed in The
Laurels. He would not eat breakfast and even declined a
cup of tea practically throwing two pound notes at the
bemused lady – ten shillings more than she needed. We were
back in London before noon. I was utterly miserable - but
we refused to give up - desperately trying to bridge the
unbridgeable, attempting to make our fragile relationship
work against a backdrop of hostile homophobia.
forward to August 2nd 2010, Narvel is giving an after
dinner talk at the
New Bath Hotel in Matlock Bath. I was
exploring a link between Secret Summer and the mystical
magical qualities of that fascinating ravine.
of an audience of about 60 people, my partner Terry
recalls two leaving the room in the early stage of the
reading. At the time, he didn’t connect it with any
disapproval. The extract was carefully edited, chosen for
that particular gathering. Gay issues are woven into the
storyline, but there was no sexual content. Essentially it
was a celebration of Matlock Bath’s beauty inspired by my
love of the area. Indeed, the audience only had to turn
their heads to view the magnificence I was describing.
Body language from some people suggested interest and,
indeed, enthusiasm. The event ended in applause with
several people staying behind to ask questions about my
work. I sold a few books, was paid and thanked by the
hotel. To the best of my knowledge, there were no
complaints. It was my third guest appearance at the New
Weeks later, I received a letter from a
young man called Christopher who had recently ‘come out’
to his mother. She had been in the New Bath audience.
“You can’t be gay!” she wrote to her son. “All gay
people have that seedy look about their face. You’re good
looking, and sporty and you’ve always had girlfriends, how
on earth can you be attracted to a man? It’s so unnatural!
I mean, look at AIDS for example.
“Last Monday we
went to Matlock to a talk by local author Narvel Annable.
He was so boring. He turned out to be a gay rights
activist so his books and talk were all about homosexual
activities. Many people including myself walked out and
complained to hotel management. He was a very sad and
bitter person. Saturday was much better – Barbara Dickson
at Gawsworth – brilliant voice, excellent variety of old
“I was glad my mother enjoyed Barbara,”
wrote Christopher in the Derby Telegraph SOAPBOX February
4th 2011. “But I was not so comfortable with her attack on
Narvel, who as far as I could see was a force for good. He
had clearly suffered enough at the hands of such views. It
was this personal attack that compelled me to write. I
wanted Narvel to know what had been said about him. I’ve
always found it frustrating that we never know what people
say about us when we are not present. I wanted him to
know. I wanted to tell him.
“She is my Mother, whom
I will always love and respect for everything she has done
for me. But her ignorance and bigotry incited anger and
This is a
familiar story. Untold numbers of gay people have had
their lives blighted by a homophobic reaction from an
ignorant mother. Terry and I and many others we know have
suffered the same experience.
However – this story
has an interesting – happy - celebrity ending! Since 2010,
Christopher and I have exchanged emails and followed each
others progress. Google Christopher Sherwood. You’ll see
he’s an actor, a beautiful young man with great talent and
a career taking off like a rocket!
Last June 2012,
Terry and I were thrilled to learn that, in New York he
married a prestigious partner, a man we have always
enjoyed and admired. I’m grateful to
Paul Gambaccini for
all his public pro-gay support / comments and especially
his criticism of the odiously offensive homophobic Moyles
of BBC Radio One.
Chris and Paul also tied the knot
in London at a Civil Partnership ceremony. Chris’s father
gave the speech. His mother did not attend.
a good day when Chris alerted me to the hidden story
behind my New Bath Hotel talk. Sadly, the New Bath Hotel
in Matlock Bath is in darkness, closed, gone into
I hope the information and issues
raised will help Trina formulate questions and comments
improving the quality of a future interview for the Grand
Pavilion Oral History.