The Kings Arms - The raucous life and lamented death of an old-school boozer

The television news once called her the ‘rock n’ roll granny’. On her watch, The Kings Arms became a hub of the metal, punk, indie and reggae scenes. The irony was Maureen, who was 86 when she died last year, was a classically-trained singer who would often leave after the bands’ soundchecks to go to an orchestral concert. But music proved to be a way to keep alive an old-fashioned pub whose core clientele were literally dying off.

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To the island: A burning love

At 4am he rose, moved the equipment clear of the lodge and damped the ground around.

He had chosen a time in early spring where it would still be cold and the dew heavy. Then, using a five-litre can of diesel he had brought with him, he set a fire, and watched the lodge burn down.

At 7am, he sailed back home, phoned the police and rural fire brigade, and waited patiently for seven hours for his arrest.

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