Page 3 boobs were all over the place which was a bit embarrassing I thought.
Ray’s dad maybe had a small business as a photographer running out of the house.
In his little area where he did that, near the sitting room, he had a photo of a lovely young black woman on the wall and she was naked - at least the top half of her was.
The photo was cut off just above the boobs so it was obvious there was no way she was actually wearing anything on top.
I asked Ray about her and he told me that was his dad’s job of sorts, portrait photographer, and she lived down the road.
Did Ray introduce his uncle as a swinger? I think he did.
There was a lot of drinking…
I was already probably a bit high on something as I wasn’t hearing anyone and Ray’s mum comes up to me and says, they want you to go upstairs, and I ask, Who? and she says Ray.
So I go up the stairs into the guest bedroom and his dad and uncle are sitting on the bed and the dad says come over so I go over.
And the next thing I remember is waking up completely naked in the bed and it’s late at night and I cannot find any of my clothes.
Ray is asleep and I’m saying, where is my underwear and he’s pretending not to hear me.
Whoever undressed me couldn’t have cared less that I would not be able to find my clothes.
Has Ray told his mum we’re visiting to borrow money?¶
The next morning just before we were leaving, I had the weirdest set-up conversation with Ray’s mum.
Before I did, Ray says, “my mum wants to talk to you about something, and make sure you shout your answers loudly because she’s deaf”.
He goes into the kitchen with his dad and they hover at the door.
Ray’s mum starts talking about mortgage deposits to me. I have zero idea what’s she’s going on about.
Later I wonder if Ray’s whole purpose of inviting me to his parents was to ask them for money under the pretext we were buying a house together.
Perhaps I was supposed to think that.
Totally bogus to leave that conversation to the last minute.
Ray was living with Sarah, my friend I went to India with, in Finchley Central, about a year later.
They went out and called and asked me to go out with them for a drink in Muswell Hill.
So I did.
We’re at the Swiss tavern and Ray suggests we go over the road to the nightclub.
We’re all a bit pissed by then so we go over.
There’s a male stripper at the club full of women.
It’s really gross.
It turns out Ray knows the stripper and the man asks him to come back to his for a drink.
So Ray says let’s all go and me and Sarah and Ray get in the back of this man’s car after the show and he’s got a mate with him in the front, who says he also is a stripper, and I think this man is Worboys, the prolific rapist who also knows Ray pretty well by the way they’re chatting.
And suddenly Sarah is non-responsive and I’m talking to her and she’s not replying and I ask Ray what’s happened to Sarah, and that’s all I remember.
The car was nearly at the bottom of the hill at that point.
Ray lived in Queen’s Avenue (36?) and the caretaker may well have been the same man that caretook the flat in Hastings for me and Brian in 2001.
It seemed like he knew no-one while I was there a lot, and then after I stopped going round, I went round one evening and everyone knew everyone, doors opened, like they were all family.
Were they sedating and raping women there constantly?
He had that gypsy look like the man who nearly had his hand in my bag that Christmas, and like Hala and the rest of them, even Ugly could be a relation here.
Ray and I were working at the same company Newcrest in Finchley Central in 1996.
He walked from the house in Queen’s Avenue Muswell Hill to my house and knocked for me and we walked together to work.
One morning, my dad answers the door to him.
My dad becomes extraordinarily emotional and enraged when he sees Ray.
I notice that when Ray sees dad he sort of makes a weird face, like a seductive pout.
Dad totally loses his cool.
I can’t remember the details but it was something like he got so angry he said: don’t bring him around here, and I thought it was maybe because Ray had been a bit camp at the door, but dad knows lots of gay men.
It didn’t make sense and I was furious at my dad for being so rude to one of my friends.
So I’m thinking today massive old-boy and younger generation rape networks countrywide with members from all walks of life including police, etc. And the house in Queen’s Ave was one of their meetup places. And I have to wonder if my dad, then, organized my experiences in 1989.
Imagine networks like that suddenly getting tech savvy and having a really good go at ending the world.
One time, he was staying in this woman’s front room in Hornsey.
It was actually a flat above where the Rape Crisis Centre is now… or near there in a similar set up - same side of the road, flats on the 1st floor above shops.
This woman, Ray told me, was into some strange sexual stuff with piercings and something that made a really loud noise like a nail gun on a regular basis coming from her room.
She was super punk and had bright pink hair I think, a lot of it shaved off.
I stayed with him there one night again in the front room which she didn’t use at all. It was very bare with no personal belongings in it, not even his.
I guess it’s likely she was a hooker.
Ray was describing what she was doing as kind of hobby.
Byron Vose, an ex-boyfriend, after having met Ray probably in 1997 sometime used to say about him: he’s a really bad boy, and we just thought Byron was throwing words into the air.
Not so anymore.
Do all men share the worst about themselves, knowing no-one will ever tell the women?
Something frightens Ray Archer off to New Zealand¶
I wonder what.
Was he warned off once the money was common knowledge?
Was he getting in the way of the main porn gangs who didn’t like a shitty little DIY-er hanging around their favorite target.
I remember seeing him once he’d got his mits into the New Zealander lady and he could have been scared.
She left the family with the cousin, who she married.
The maddest thing EVER was that in May 2002, in Hastings, when Brian and I go out the one time to Hastings pier which has a nightclub, they’re doing security at the gate.