I'm getting confused by my memories, but I think the cleaning company I remember, probably around '78, was David Banks and Jay Hurwitz and there might have been a David Wicks who came into it later if he was an Oz or Kiwi? I don't remember Tony Brown. It was down a street in Fulham and might have been Cleaningwise, I definitely remember that name. Clive (the younger brother, have I got that right?) Rabey did the door-to door delivery of leaflets before me, and said it gave him a lovely tight bum walking up and down all the steps to basements and front doors. All it ever did for me was wear out my favourite shoes.
I have other memories from St Hill that pop into my head. Being on this site has brought back all sorts of things.
I remember during one of those midnight musters, Bruce whateverhisnamewas was doing his rousing-the-troops bit. He showed us a magazine picture of Karen Black, a Scn actress who was doing well in Hollywood at the time. All he said was something along the lines of 'hurrah, this is what it means to be upstat, isn't she beautiful' and the whole lot of us (sitting in a group on the floor) uttered cries of 'ooooooooh' just like those little furry things in the amusement arcade machine in Toy Story. I remember having this sense of deep unworthiness because obviously that was what you would achieve (and what you should look like) if you were successfully applying Scn.
When I first joined Scn, I was 19. I had been living in a half-way house in Swansea after having tried to kill myself. I'd had a rubbish childhood, had spent a lot of time in London involved in drugs and was deeply unhappy. I came to visit my parents who lived in East Grinstead at the time. In this fragile state I was introduced to Scn. I still remember the sense of hope I had from my free introductory personality test. And then about a year later when I signed my contract for eternity. I gave all my savings (a couple of hundred squid I seem to recall) to the lady in the bookshop, who gave me a receipt for a back-order of every coursebook, briefing course stuff, everything.
When I was in London Andy and I both saved for a TR course on Flag - paid for, never done. When I was chased many years later for debt by someone from the church, who figured I never paid for auditing or something while in the SO, I told them to go to hell because I had given them so much money for things never received.
I was also friends for a while with Isabelle Springall, she was married to Robert in FOLO, and she blew before I got kicked out. I met her later in London and even lived in her flat in Wimbledon for a while. She told me she paid all her stuff when she got sent a bill, because she felt it was only ethical because she had broken her contract! But then she did go and get herself involved with some other creepy cult nonsense in London with the School of Philosophy in South Ken, and ended up wearing her hair in a bun and wearing long skirts and learning to write Sanskrit.
Does anyone remember Mark and Brenda McQuade? Mark used to be an auditor for St Hill Fdn org. I lived in his house for a while before I joined the SO - he was always pissed that I joined AOSH instead of Fdn, thinking it was a bit of a betrayal, but we stayed friends. I think Steve Bisbey was Fdn Org then?
Sorry this is all over the place. Some of my memories make me feel really sad/angry for the waste of several years, but then again, given the state I was in when I had my personality test, maybe I would have died without it. Who knows. And also I did make a powerful connection with people.
I do remember the Guy brothers - didn't Alistair marry Ina?
Got to go. This is a bit like a weird kind of therapy.