And before he says it - not so much of the old!
I'm
delighted to welcome Steve Chilton to my blog this week. Steve
is a former Midlands Feature Writer of the Year with a long and illustrious career at the Coventry
Telegraph which included news and features editor plus writing the offbeat
Peeping Tom and Red Button columns. Walking
Keef's Dog and Other Short Stories
is
Steve's first book and marks his début in fiction after a reporting
career that spanned more than 25 years.
Additionally,
Steve
was my
Features
Editor when I first
started writing features for the Coventry Telegraph way back. I just thought I'd share this little story with you, as he was actually responsible for sending me on my very first press trip, Lunch in
Lille.
I really felt that I'd landed on my feet as I jetted off for
lunch
in Lille, France. It was a fabulous way of spend the day, being shown
around the town, lovely free food, and then back in time for tea
(well almost). It was a week later when Steve called
across the office to me:
“Have we had your copy for Lunch in Lille yet?” “Oh!”
says I. “You want me to write about it?”
Anyway,
back to this brand new book Walking
Keef's Dog and Other Short Stories: “It’s
a complete reversal for me,’ said Steve. ‘As a reporter you
sometimes get accused of making up a story, although it is factually
correct, because people just don’t like what’s being said. Now, I
am making it up, in stories of complete fiction - well, almost - and
hoping people do like it.”
Several
of the short stories start with a foothold in historical fact, he
says. But soon stray off into comedy fantasy. Steve explained that a
photo of Keith Richards arriving for a Coventry gig cuddling his pet
puppy provided the inspiration for the book. The unlikely paring of
the Stone' bad boy and a cute puppy on tour in 1971 is one of 10
short stories in the book.
“Keef
did turn up at the Coventry Theatre with Boogie, his puppy, and the
Telegraph has some great archive pictures, including Mick Jagger with
wife-to-be Bianca in the cobbled lane off Hales Street leading to the
stage door. But thereafter it’s a fantasy, as Boogie escapes for a
brief taste of rock ‘n stroll before returning to the gig to find
he’s been replaced by a bogus Boogie.”
Steve's
home city and neighbouring towns feature strongly in his book. His
targets for parody include Queen Elizabeth 1’s romantic break in
Kenilworth, under-performing folk festival fans, star-struck local
politicians and a hard-drinking jazz-loving gumshoe cop...from
Leamington.
It’s
not all played for laughs, though. There are a few satirical barbs
aimed at the way PFI hospitals raise finances, the post-war planners
of Coventry city centre, and men behaving badly on away football
trips.
He
says the Coventry region is a treasure trove of unlikely but true
stories. “I was around for some of them,” he says, “although
not - as some may believe - for Queen Elizabeth’s visit to
Kenilworth in 1575, which has been portrayed as one of history’s
great love stories. Well, maybe, but I’ve spiced it up a tad.”
Steve,
says he was born between cathedrals in Coventry - “after the old
one was destroyed but before the new one was consecrated’’ and
points out that his birthplace has a long history of spinning
celebrity surprises.
“Brigitte
Bardot turning up unannounced at the cathedral for a funeral service,
John and Yoko planting acorns for peace and most bizarrely of all,
Muhammad Ali visiting a Tile Hill chip shop to meet an old sparring
partner, are just a few examples,” he says.
He
admits ’ borrowing’ one or two star visits as a starting point in
this collection of stories, but makes it clear where facts end and
fiction begin. He’s hoping that the book will appeal to people
looking for a light-hearted break from Christmas over-indulgence.
“After
all that stodge and TV, it could provide a dash of escapism and some
gentle exercise, page turning. If you don’t like it, wrap it up and
hand it over as a Boxing Day present to that relative who keeps
giving you socks very year.”
Here's
a short extract from She's
a Killer...Queen
A
mist was still hanging over the mere as we left the following morn,
but the watery sun was showing well-enough to promise enveloping
warmth later. The captain obviously had similar intentions and
instructed his two men to follow 50 paces behind, well out of
earshot.
Truth
be told, there was little to hear that would have given us away as
lovers. We talked easily about the excesses of the past few days,
tried to best each other by naming the hedgerow flowers and song
birds along the way and paused often at the small stream we were
following to see if we could spot the sparkle of a trout basking in
the shallows. We didn’t need anything else. It was just how I had
imagined a fledgling romance might be, had I not been born different.
I
had suffered many suitors since I came of age. Princes from Denmark,
Spain and Sweden; the King of France... all seeking a political
union. Their passion was for more power. I was merely a means to that
end.
Courtiers
from my own land were as numerous as the mayfly hatching along that
lonely stream, and would have been as short-lived. For their ardour
also would have died after they’d planted their seeds. I did not
intend to be the vessel for their vanity. My father chartered that
route and is remembered as an overweight ogre who treated his wives
as brood mares.
I
would not give up a sliver of my power let alone be subjugated by the
rule of a man occupying my throne. What I wanted on that day, walking
with my compliant lover, was to banish a dark yearning for something
else, something that was recognised long ago.
‘You
are different, like me’, my French governess had whispered in my
ear on my 12th birthday, before kissing me tenderly on the lips.
Walking
Keef’s Dog and Other
Short
Stories
is published by Takahe, rrp £9.95 and is available from bookshops
and major online bookstores. Steve
Chilton’s
website www.redbutton2.com
has free extracts from three of the stories.