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Ian Bailey
A very interesting site.
My grandfather was Percy Parslow, who owned Percy Parslows Hamster Farm, in Great Bookham, Surrey. Sadly he passed away and in going through some of his possessions my mother came across a letter from Andy Roberts dated June 1968 which talked about a visit to the farm with a BBC crew, and of a song he had performed for the first time in public in the Albert Hall that year. He also
included the entire lyrics. I am attempting to get the letter scanned
digitally and if you would like a copy I will be happy to send it to you.
I believe the song "Percy Parlsows Hamster Farm" was on the album entitled
"Amazing Adventures of - The Liverpool Scene". Sadly the LP to which it
refers had not endured the ravages of time well, and so we are unable to
play it.
My mother is keen to know more about the visit by Andy Roberts and the
members of the band, with the BBC crew - and any information on the song
that you may be aware of. I would be most grateful if you could pass this
email on to Andy Roberts in case he has anything to add to our memories of
Percy, and his strange little world on the Hamster Farm.

(on behalf of Audrey Bailey (nee Parslow)).

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and Andy's reply
Andy Roberts

Dear Ian

This was all a long time ago now, but I think it was 1968 that I went to Percy Parslow's Hamster Farm. The visit was set up by, and in company with, John Peel. Someone had written to John, who had a hamster of his own called Dandelion, and alerted him to the existence of Percy's farm, and John recruited me to accompany him with a view to recording the visit for his late night radio show. He knew I also had a hamster, called Burdock in an unsubtle imitation.

We went in John's Land Rover. I distinctly remember the Lantern Café being part of the directions, and also the fact that we had to stop at a public phone box to get further instruction on finding the Farm. How different from today, when we'd all reach for the mobile phone! I can still see the 5-barred gate, and the track winding down to the house and buildings.

We were met by Percy Parslow, who explained that he was a retired jeweller, with a passion for small rodents. He showed us spiny mice, curly-coated rats, steppe lemmings, waltzing mice (which he didn't approve of), an owl in a cage, which had been injured and which he was helping recuperate, and, above all, the most glorious hamsters I have ever seen. They were the size of small cats, with magnificent colouring, tortoiseshells, chinchillas, blue hamsters - beautiful goldens. His trademark logo was the Greedy Guzzler, a golden with full cheek pouches.

Somewhere I have a letter from him still, with the logo at the top, thanking me for the letter I had written to him, which I imagine is the one you have found. He asked permission to reprint the lyrics in the Journal of the National Hamster Fancy, which of course I was very pleased about!

Anyway, John got his interview, and, as we left, Percy presented me with a magnificent Japanese Hooded Rat, black and white, which became my treasured companion for the next 2 years. This was because, in Percy's opinion, the rat was the most intelligent and companionable animal, far outstripping all other rodents as suitable pets, and he was keen for me to experience this wisdom at first hand.

On seeing my rat, a dear old lady called Mrs Wakerley, who had looked after me as a small child, exclaimed, "Ooooh look, a Hampstead!" And so Hampstead got his name. He was quite at home in my Liverpool bedsit, and for most of his life had the door to his cage left open, in order that he could come and go as he pleased. He used the curtain to get up to and down from the shelf which he inhabited. Many times he went to the pub with me, often sitting on my shoulder at the bar.

Once we were visited at home by the famous war photographer Don McCullin, who was an old friend of Adrian Henri, the poet and painter, who lived at the top of the same house as me. Don, unknown to me, has a mortal fear of rats, which he had got from his experiences in Vietnam and Biafra. He ran from my room, and upstairs, to get away from Hampstead! He wouldn't come down until I had shut the rat in its cage, and locked the door to my room. And this was a man who the Americans thought crazy, as he would run backwards, taking photos of the US Army advancing in the Tet offensive in Vietnam!

When Hampstead finally died, we held a funeral that had over 30 attendees, with full hippy rites!

So, you see, the great Percy Parslow is associated in my mind with a wonderful visit to the farm, followed by years of pleasure from a succession of small rodents, which were all looked after according to advice from his own handbook on hamster-keeping.

I returned to Great Bookham around 1987, and believe I found the farm from memory alone. The gate was as I remember it, but it was padlocked, and sadly, the farm appeared to be no more.

So your email to Paul Cary's magnificent website has stirred a flood of memories. I send fond greetings to Audrey. I was 20 when I went to see Percy, and I shall be 56 in June this year, so the remembrance of that day is coloured by a great distance in time.

But I shall never forget the extraordinary man who gave us Percy Parslow's Hamster Farm.

Warm regards

Andy Roberts