the porn queen and the goose

If you’re interested, you can read an obituary of Melvin Harris here. It details his life as an oboe enthusiast, radio and television personality, author and researcher of Jack the Ripper. But it’s the story he told about world famous oboist Leon Goossens that interests me the most.

In 1952 Goosens lost his diary while walking across a field. The field was searched but the diary remained hidden in the grass. Over a year later he was walking across the same field when he spotted the lost diary. By then it was a battered relic, the elements had warped and split its bindings open, revealing that the covers had been stiffened with squares of newspaper in the manner used at that time. 

By strange coincidence, the piece of newsprint he uncovered was a 19 year old gossip column referring to his own marriage in 1933…..

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Leon had an older brother named Eugene Aynsley Goossens who was very well known in Australia as the conductor of the Sydney Symphony.  

In the early 1950s, Goossens met Rosaleen Norton, the so-called Witch of Kings Cross. Norton was known as an artist of the grotesque and for her interest in the occult and erotica, which Goossens secretly shared. They conducted an intense affair, exchanging a number of passionate letters; although Goossens asked Norton to destroy all of them, she kept a bundle hidden behind a sofa.

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In early 1956, Goossens visited Europe, unaware that Sydney police were already in possession of his letters to Norton and photographs of her occult activities. When Goossens returned to Australia on 9 March 1956, he was detained at Sydney Airport, following a tip-off by informants in London; his bags were searched by customs officials, who found a large amount of what was then considered pornographic material, which included photographs, prints, books, a spool of film, some rubber masks, and sticks of incense.

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Coincidentally, Rosaleen Norton’s house is within walking distance of Gimcrack Hospital……..

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  1. Sticks of incense! Pervert.

    (Do you know about Percy Grainger’s exploits?)

  2. Strangely intereting and somewhat erotic.
    These days I seem to be drawn to your blog like a bottle to an opener.

    .. and I quite like it.

  3. Co-incidences galore. I wonder if his subconscious led him back to where he left his book?

  4. Yes anaglyph, I do. The very first movie I went to with Stephen was Passion: The Story of Percy Grainger. He was a very troubled man….. ;-)

    Jimmy, I’m loving your blog too. Sorry I can’t comment there more often at the moment, I’m busy packing for a big house move on Saturday *gulp*

  5. “an artist of the grotesque…”

    totally. adding. to. my. business. cards.

  6. You’re moving!!! I hope you send a forwarding address and if you need a hand just let me know ….. I’ll sing encouraging words to lift the heart if not the furniture …….

  7. Strangely enough, today that wouldn’t be such a big deal to anyone.

  8. Rubber Masks…so he liked to wear a batman costume to bed? really kinky.

  9. Coincidentally…or not!

  10. Although I sound as if I have never left Guildford, I am a native of Liverpool, and my dear old grandfather, a Belgian emigre, knew the Goossens well. When we moved to the South East, my father’s practice included part of what was then Middlesex, and he had the remarkable experience of meeting up with Eugene who was then dying in the HIllingdon Hospital, which I don’t think exists any more. The Goossens seemed to have remarkable coincidences hanging about them like cloaks. There is an extraordinary story about Sidonie, too.

    oh Mrs Pouncer, do tell

  11. Poor old Percy! Though I have a soft spot for his fervent athleticism (you read that he used to throw a ball over Delius’ roof and run round the house to catch it). Colin Wilson had quite a good chapter on him in “The Misfits.” And as for oboists — well, I played the oboe myself for six years, though it wasn’t really my idea, and I can tell you the pressure backing up into your brain has to have an effect after a number of years…

  12. Ummm…where do the insence sticks go?

  13. That stamp is awesome.

  14. “They conducted an intense affair…” A pity Eugene wasn’t there to do the job professionally.

    well spotted Kyknoord :-)

  15. Rubber masks. Well, clearly, she was up to no good. That slut.

    (BTW, good luck with the move!)

  16. What an odd story. I wonder what was purpose behind fate having him find his lost diary with the old gossip column referring to his own marriage in the lining.

  17. no golden eggs then?

  18. Not behind the sofa at any rate…

  19. Who cares about the incense…I’d like to know what they did with that spool of film? Kinky, very kinky.

  20. Now instead of hiding passionate letters behind a sofa we keep passionate emails in a separate folder in our email programs. But at least now we can develop our own pictures digitally without someone at the PhotoMat getting a peek at our film.

  21. i used to work at a photo bug (like a foto mat, but with a bug). yes, we looked at pics. yes, people took nekkid pics even back then…

  22. As a former bassoon player, I can confirm the fact that all oboe players are pervs.

  23. Good heavens that’s what’s usually in my luggage!!!

  24. At least when I lived with my pervy ex, he had a darkroom, and could develop the pictures himself. Don’t ask for a gallery, folks, I destroyed them after the divorce. Otherwise, I fear they would be appearing on Flick’r now.

  25. So many reasons to say, “Ah.”

  26. Love the postage stamp.
    Was going to steal that image for future use, until I remembered that MI6 have now perfected their ‘water-boarding’ techniques. Good luck with the move, BTW.

  27. Ah life. A series of strange coincidences are always the ultimate downfall of most closet occultists with a love of erotica. At least, with the ones I know.

  28. What a weird story! Funny how things like to wrap themselves up in neat little packages like that.

  29. As a teenager I used to go to parties at Rosaleen Nortons, In the days of the Arabian and Kashmir coffee shops.Bea Miles roamed Kings Cross,as did many other wonderful characters. What a shame we have lost them all.I also own a copy of Rosallen’s Art Book.


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