Lord Mark Teverson. Lord of Cheltenham Manor, Nottinghamshire.
Family home Taversham, a village near Cambridge. Male lineage of family tree traced to 1537 (when parish records started, albeit rudimentary!), predominantly to the villages east of Cambridge, mainly in Suffolk. (The villages around Little Thurlow are dominant till circa 1900). The prefix ‘TEVER’ is derived from ‘TAVER’ which itself evolves from the middle English (~ 11th century) word ‘TUER’ meaning ‘tower’ (and, of course, the French ‘to kill’!). Another middle English is the trade of tanner, one of whom became known as ‘The Hammer of the Scots‘ in the reign of Edward I in 1275. As for many peerages that cannot directly provenance their title to e.g. a document granting land from the king, the ‘Tuer’ in the Ham is taken to be ownership of the land by the Lord of the Manor. Hence ‘Tuer’s Ham’ or ‘Taversham’, which evolved over the last century to ‘Teverson’.
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9 Berwick Street July 2011. (My current home 1996-2014) Also office for Berwick Street Community Group
187 Wardour Street W1 Soho Studios 1983-92 (Home 1983-84) (pic 2011)
28 Carburton Street W1 (Home with Sandra 1981) Shared building with Boy George & Marilyn
51 Heslington Road York (Owned/home with Dorothy 1977-80) York Pottery (my business)
8 Oaten Hill Place, Canterbury. I bought this 4 bedroom house for my mum 1992. I wrote Devil Rides into Soho here. I still buy cars from Oaten Hill Garage. I know she was disappointed I had not given her grandchildren in her lifetime. I probably would have settled with Caroline, if she had forgiven me. The female members of her family had a rare and fatal genetic condition, a one in six chance, which didn’t arise till middle age, and could not be predicted till then.
In addition to owning the York Pottery and the ceramics exhibitions in North Yorkshire (cf. ‘Ceramics‘), Mark also was chair of York Musicians Collective and was secretary of the Electronics Arts Society (under the mentorship of Dr Trevor Wishart)
Little Mayton, Broad Oak, Near Canterbury Kent. Home 1976. A beautiful weatherboarded cottage with no electricity or gas. A valley owned by Birmingham(!) water board, scheduled for flooding, and therefore left untouched for years
Some sites of clubs I’ve done. (In order from left: Tisbury Court, Tylers Court (2), Walkers Court, Wardour St, St Anne’s Court, 144/146(entrance Flitcroft St alley)/148 Charing Cross Rd, 21 Oxford St.), Paramount City (now the Windmill again). (Poland Street and 21 Dean Street (ex Jewish synagogue) to come)
MY SUBMISSIONS TO PRIVATE EYE 2011 ‘BERNIE THE TOTE’S SEVEN INCHES‘ (Ian Hislop, Ed. “No thankyou!”) (Click on the pics to read them)
POP TYCOON PEDDLES FILTHY PHONE CHAT! News of the World, 26th March 1989. (Click pic twice to enlarge) John Profumo was chair of the charity, Toynbee Hall, when I started and ran the Attlee Youth Project 1980-83. He brought the Macmillan Tory government down by the 1963 scandal while he was defence minister (then No. 2 in the government hierarchy).
On this site near Canterbury I organised the Bomb Crater Festivals every summer, 1969-74. Hired petrol electricity generator & PA system, local bands, fireworks, bonfire and free homemade beer! Legendary
Much voluntary work. Elderly, hospital and psychiatric ward visitor (Kent & Canterbury hospital and Chatham hospital nr. Canterbury) while at school. Various kids groups eg. battered wives, while at York & at Thornhill Farm
18 Sydenham Park Road. London SE26 4ED (1958) pic 2011 My parents bought this 6 bedroom house with a massive garden in Sydenaham SE26 in 1958 with an inheritance from my mother’s father. She also paid all the first two years mortgage payments. Divorce proceedings commenced after 5 years of marriage, which was still very taboo in 1960. However, she did not require the photos of her constantly being black and blue, or witnesses to her being unable to be seen in public. The divorce went through on the grounds of extreme cruelty.
However, John never paid a penny in maintenance, as ordered by the court. I was the poor kid at school. He wanted to buy my mother out of her share of the house when he wanted to remarry in the 1970s. I have all their letters confirming the arrangement; a small sum (about £1500), her dropping any claims on maintenance (which would have been £10,000s) and a guarantee John would write a will giving me the house on the passing of his second wife. John did not ensure my mother was legally advised, as he was obliged to have done – but she didn’t believe for a minute that even John would not look after his first born son!
When my mother passed in 2006, I read the correspondence between my parents in the 1970s. Even though both my parents had told me I’d inherit the house – or a large share of the current value of 18 Sydenham Park Road, I rang Jenny and asked respectfully if I could see the will. She said he’d made no will! This has now turned into fraud.
This was devastating news, as it meant that everything went to Jenny, and on her passing, everything goes to her children, Zoe and Paul. I sent Zoe in 2010 all the correspondence between my parents; she didn’t read them. I wrote to Jenny in 2017, but she did not reply. Jenny passed in 2018. Zoe and Paul again had copies of the correspondence, but their solicitors said my mother had been reimbursed and it was her fault the marriage broke down – even though the divorce certificate cited extreme cruelty (i.e. violence) by John! My solicitor said Zoe and Paul would have to live their (luxurious) lives in moral guilt, knowing they are complicit to a fraud and beneficiaries of it, and we should take them to court for, what amounts to 59% of the current value (~ £1.6 million) + costs. I receive full costs as I am on state benefit (ironically, my throat cancer was caused by extreme secondary smoking from my father when I was a very young child!)
Click on the garden pic to see me & aunty Jo (who lived in the attic flat). My father sold the house when he remarried
I didn’t marry an investment wanker to produce low intelligence children
When I was 9 years old, I tried to start a political party, the Reformist Party. I drove year three of Sheen Mount Primary School, East Sheen, London SW14 into a frenzy of anarchist revolution
Probably the most intense love of my life, Dorothy, a girl I met on the day before the first day of university in 1973, and was to continue throughout the 70’s. One spiritual evening in the empty college library I had my head in her lap. I looked up in awe to her beautiful face and said “Mother Mary”.