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Peter Craig Gulston AKA Peter Scott (1931-2013)
1995
24 November, Friday
Peter Scott was on the Late Late Show, on a different level altogether from Gay Byrne, the audience and the idiots who rang in to give out. As Scott replied, you don’t get rich from robbing prefabs in Catford.
2001
13 March, Monday
I think John Aspinall died last year. First I ever heard of him was when Peter Scott (Gentleman Thief, I must get that book) described his great pleasure in “robbing that bastard Aspinall”. He’s easiest to refer to as “the guy with the zoo” but, reading Alan Clark, I see a footnote on p. 85 says he actually had two of them. Clark was friendly with him and James Goldsmith. Remember that pathetic ‘artist’ who topped himself after Goldsmith pronounced a sentence of social death on him for drawing a picture for a paper showing the Mayfair set i.e. Goldsmith and Lucan at the same table. Dying of cancer at 64 must have been such a blow to Goldsmith’s pride.
2015
12 June, Friday
Lyon
In the garden of the Musée des Beaux Arts I came to the part of Gentleman Thief where he robbed “that bastard” Aspinall (the one with two zoos). In L’Antidote last night I realised it’s one of those books that, a quarter into it, I regret there are only three quarters left…
I’m just past the half-way point of Gentleman Thief, having finished the chapter where he impaled himself on a railing. It’s an extraordinary book, even allowing for the odd sleazy sexual episode. His fondness for fellow Irish people is a constant; he has rejected* the bigotry in his Northern Presbyterian background. More importantly, the book is constantly exciting, constantly surreally funny.
When I got back to the hotel a bunch of Americans were trying to check in. A woman among them turned to me and asked was there a lift, as they had “boxes and boxes” of wine outside. I said there wasn’t but didn’t bother adding that I was in the wrong room. Transporting a sensationally heavy cellar up a winding stair was their own daunting mission, should they choose to accept it and not just leave the wine shop where they parked.
14 June, Sunday
By three I had fewer than a hundred pages of Gentleman Thief to go. Of course he was mad; he looked more depraved the older he got. The photos confirm that much, though I liked him when I first saw him, on the Late Late Show twenty years ago. The madness went beyond having the soul of a clown. He suffered some terrible injuries at it but it’s clear too he had extraordinary energy and toughness, whatever drove them. It involves a tweak to Nietzsche. Under conditions of peace the warlike man attacks himself – and/or the “fleshpots” he made his life’s work. Yet he wasn’t a violent criminal, though capable of fighting. Who in his right mind makes a base of a tennis club? In his own words, every man has his own game.
16 June, Tuesday
A small by-line under a picture of Peter Scott reveals his was the Daily Telegraph’s most-read obituary of 2013. He would have liked that corroboration of his assertion that millions had secretly cheered him on.
2018
15 October, Monday
A chapter into the memoir of the Bolton Forger since last night (“a one-man Renaissance” according to Waldemar Januszczak). Early on, Greenhalgh mentions visiting the Manchester Museum in 2004 with nothing in particular in mind and this reminded me of Peter Scott, except that the former was generally looking for something to fake, the latter for something to nick.
*At one point in the book he tells a finger-pointing Belfast uncle that becoming a thief had been a small price to pay to escape them.