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Seven Chapter From a Sad Sack Loser's Life

Seven Chapter From a Sad Sack Loser's Life

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Published by Carl Halling
Complete Book Three of "Where the halling Valley River Lies".
Complete Book Three of "Where the halling Valley River Lies".

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Published by: Carl Halling on Jun 08, 2011
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Chapter One
Sometime in the early 21
Century, it occurred to David Cristiansen,and not for the first time, that he was a loser. In fact not just loserbut a king-size loser, a loser among losers, a loser supreme. The contemplation that he was the best at what he did affordedhim some consolation at those times of the day when his status inlife meant the most to him; such as in those last few hours beforehe turned in for the night. Yet the fact remained he’d failed in almost every conceivable areaof life. And so ended up living alone in an apartment adjacent to hisparents’ suburban home at the advanced age of 55, unmarried andchildless, and without fortune, profession or vehicle.As to the areas in which he hoped to succeed since he was ateenager with the world at his delicate feet, he had precious little toshow for his labours but for a few baubles of which he wasunfeasibly proud. But in the end, they amounted to very little; anddeep down inside he knew that all too well, despite the swaggeringattitude he affected.And it hurt him terribly to realise he wasn’t a genius after all, somuch as a regular sad sack with delusions of grandeur; as actor,musician and writer.“I’m not done yet”, he’d boast to himself, or to anyone else whomight listen, and to look at him, you might think he had a point. Fordespite his age, he still possessed a remnant of what was once atruly remarkable physical beauty; as well as a magnetic charm thatdrew others to him irresistibly. Yet, many would insist David was foolish to lament all he had lost interms of opportunities for fame, status and glory and all thewondrous things that accompany these. For after all, these arethings one cannot take with us when we quit this earth, and life isshort, so terribly short that it is described in the Bible as a “vapour”.And there were times his still handsome eyes failed to see thistruth, as if they’d become clouded o’er by the tears he often shed atnight for his wasted past, and for the pain he felt when he thoughtof all he had lost. While at others, it became manifestly clear to him,and he rejoiced as the most fortunate of men. Yet, it could have allbeen so different.He'd been born at the tail end of the Goldhawk Road, a long streetwithin the limits of inner West London, and his first home, a littleworkman's cottage in the long-demolished Bulmer Place in NottingHill. You'll search in vain for this poky little street in any Londonmap, although you’ll still be able to locate a Bulmer Mews tuckedaway some yards away from the main road of Notting Hill Gate.
His brother Dany was born two and a half years later, by which timehis parents had been able to afford their own house in Bedford Parkin what was then the London Borough of Acton.During David’s boyhood it was still demographically mixed, yet wellon the way to becoming completely gentrified.Future Who front man Roger Daltry had relocated there fromnearby Shepherds Bush when he was 11 years old in 1955 or '56.And a few years later, he formed a group in the Skiffle style called The Detours, which would go on to shape-shift into The Who, whosefuriously hedonistic music and philosophy would go on to make apermanent impression on the Western psyche; and help fuel theBritish Invasion of the American Pop charts.David’s father Pat had been born Patrick Clancy Cristiansen inRowella, Tasmania, and raised in Sydney as the son of a Danishfather and English mother.At just eight years old, he won a scholarship to the SydneyConservatory of Music, soloing for the Sydney Symphony Orchestraa year later.And soon after his father’s death on the eve of the second worldwar, he set off with his mother and two siblings for Denmark, hisfather having expressed a wish to be buried in his native land. Andthen on to London where he studied both at the Royal Academy of Music and the Guildhall School of Music and Drama.He joined the London Philharmonic 0rchestra while still a teenagerduring the Blitz on London during which he served in the Sea Cadetsas a signaller, seeing action as such on the hospital ships of the Thames River Emergency Service.While David’s mother had entered the world as Angela Jean Watsonin the city of Brandon, Manitoba on the 13th of November 1915.However, while still an infant she'd moved with her parents and foursiblings to the Grandview area of East Vancouver.Many of Grandview's earliest settlers were in shipping orconstruction work, and largely of British origin. Indeed, Angela's ownfather was a builder and electrician from the little town of Castlederg in Tyrone, Ireland. While her mother hailed from thegreat industrial city of Glasgow.At high school, she came into her own in the Glee Club, thanks to asinging voice of rare beauty and quality. And in time she was able tomake her living exclusively as a soprano singer, and many of hergreatest triumphs took place at Vancouver’s famous Theatre Underthe Stars, which officially opened on August the 6th 1940.After the war, she hoped to expand her career either in the US orthe UK, but despite a successful audition for the San Francisco LightOpera Company, ultimately opted for England, a ticket to sail havingbecome available to her.And so she set off for the country of her forefathers laden withletters of recommendation from her singing teacher, as well asnumerous press cuttings from her brilliant Canadian career.
And within a short time of doing so, she met Pat Cristiansenthrough their shared profession, and they married in the summer of 1948.Seven years later, they decided to have their first child, but Angelawas repeatedly informed by her doctor she might miscarry. In theevent, David breathed his first on the 7
of October 1955.While his first school was a kind of nursery school held locally on adaily basis at the private residence of one Miss Henrietta Pearson,and then aged 4 years old, he joined the exclusive Lycée Francaisdu Sud Kensington, where he was to become bilingual by the age of about four years old.Almost every race and nationality under the sun was to be found inthe Lycée in those days... and among those who went on to be goodpals of David's were kids of English, French, Jewish, American, Yugoslavian and Middle Eastern origin.His first two closest playground pals were Esther, the dusky scion of a successful Norwegian character actor and a beautiful Israelidancer, and Craig, an English kid like himself, and for a time, theyformed an unlikely but inseparable trio:“Hi kiddy”, was Esther’s sacred greeting to her beloved bloodbrother, and David would respond in kind.While not a typical Lycée father in his patched canvas trousers,David’s was determined Dane and he enjoy the best and richesteducation imaginable, and to this end, he worked, toiled incessantlyin the tough London session world.And so that they be distinguished from the common run of Britishboys with their short back and sides they were dressed inlederhosen with their heads shorn like convicts. These boys wouldbe different. And David certainly set himself apart himself from theoutset not least though his physical appearance, whose remarkablethinness was enhanced by long-lashed blue eyes so enormous as toverge on the alien.He was also the kind of child who'd remove a paper from aneighbour's letter-box on Esmond Road, and then mutilate it beforere-posting it…donate a loaf of ancient green bread to another byposting it over the wall…and destroy still another’s brand new balsawood fence while trying to retrieve a stray ball, going through onerung after the other with a sickly dull thud…thud…thud…much tothe hilarity of his close pal Jacko. But the neighbour couldn’t see thefunny side.The era’s famous social revolution kicked in in about 1963, and yetfor all that, seminal Pop groups such as the Searchers and the DaveClark Five - even the Beatles themselves – were quaint andwholesome figures in a still innocent England. They fitted in well in anation of Norman Wisdom pictures and the well-spoken presentersof the BBC Home or Light Service, of coppers, tanners and ten bobnotes, sweet shops and tuppeny chews.It was in ’63 that Beatlemania invaded David’s world, and he firstannounced his own status as a maniac at the Lycée in that

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