“Well you’d better tell him to apologise or he’s out and I mean that. I’m entitled to a life we had been on the road for over a year all the pressure was on me to write songs. Chris has never been off the bloody phone asking me to get the songs ready for the next album. I have made you all a lot of money don’t forget.’
Brian Johnson approached me not you lot; but I said either we all go or it was no show.
“You are getting the lion’s share of the royalties though Ron.’
So that’s it, this is all about money is it. what’s the matter is it costing you too much to hoy that white shit your snorting up you nose?’
“I knew that this would happen; I bloody well wrote all the material so why shouldn’t I get the royalties.’
“This is why some of us want to write our own material.’
“I think we should all get together and discuss where the band is going; I’m not happy and neither is Barry.’
“What’s to discuss, look my life does revolve around you lot. I have a life of my own; I won’t let Chris Parmeinter or any of you lot can push me around. As I said either you stand by me or I walk.
Ron got no reaction and so he said right then good luck on your own but the name Satan’s Claw is mine so form your own band.’
Chris asked him where he was going and he told him to piss off.’
Ron got back into his sports car then drove all the way back to CEVS Ranch.’
He met up with Sally and told her everything. The next day there was a press conference and the rest of Satan’s Claw announced that that band had broken up.
The press and media asked where Ron Lee was and they told them that he wasn’t available for comment. Paul Caffery sold his side of the story for fifty thousand dollars to the New York Times. He blew the lot on coke and was found dead in a hotel room with a heroin overdose two months later.
Barry Smith returned to England and became a producer.
Ron Lee built the house near the river and married Sally Everson; he continues to write songs for other singers. In 1970 their son Charlie was born.
The Christian sailed into the gut at North Shields it unloaded all of its catch and it was taken to market where it was sold. The lads joined Dougie for one drink in the Dolphin before heading home with their full bags of Pollack fillet. Dougie called in to the Dock Hotel on his way home. He was surprised to see the place locked up.
He went home and checked the messages on his answer machine. There was one message from Paula saying that she was enjoying her degree course and how she’d bought a guitar and was learning how to play it. She said that she would be home on Saturday (which was tomorrow) and that she loved him and couldn’t wait to see him.
The trip had netted Dougie six thousand four hundred pounds. He would be left with four once he’d paid out the wages. Out of that he had to buy fuel and stores for the next trip out. Dougie looked out of the window of his house to see Mrs Nixon walking down towards Rutherford’s shop she was a rather large woman and her hips waddled from side to side as she walked carrying a brown shopping bag on her right arm. She stopped momentarily to talk to dolly Brown from Laburnham Avenue who told her that Mavis Clark from the bottom of Elmwood Road had been thrown out by her husband George after he had come home to find her in bed with a travelling salesman called Paul who was from India. George couldn’t get over what his wife had done and