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Position in band: Singer
Age: 21
Favourite band: +44
Loves: Blue WKD, MTV
Hates: Beans
Position in band: Lead Guitar
Age: 18
Nickname: Dan the Man
Favourite band: Tom Petty & the
Heartbreakers
Loves: Guitars, the film Sin City
Hates: The Catherine Tate Show
There’s something of the James Dean about Jimbo; a bit
deep, a bit sultry...you know what we mean?
But this guy can drum.
Chatty and refreshingly self-deprecating, Jimbo nevertheless
would like to see Loves Lost go places. Keep rattling those
skins, boy, and it’ll happen...
Dom is an accomplished guitarist who catches the mood very
quickly. You can also tell that he’s a guy for whom perceptions
matter. What you see is what you get, but its important to Dom that the
band’s followers like what they get.
WraithScape jokingly suggested that we’d put Aqua and Abba down
as his favourite bands. After repeating three times that it was only a
joke, he relaxed just a bit. As we said, perceptions are important.
Credit to Dom for this. He just doesn’t seem the sort who would settle
For second best.








Experiences like this are priceless, and you can tell that it made a big impact
on Kelly. She’s not at all sceptical now about the possibility of life after death.
As with the other members of Loves Lost, her own, personal encounter
made he see things from a different perspective.
Karl, like his father, is used to driving long distances. Some time ago, whilst
driving at night, he happened to look up into the darkling sky and was
surprised to see an intensely bright meteor arc through the heavens.
Something - perhaps even he isn’t sure what - prompted him to make a
wish.
Karl wouldn’t tell WraithScape what he wished for, and quite rightly. That’s
for Karl to know and not for others to find out. However, as he drove on he
began to reflect upon his wish and was overcome with a sense of guilt. He
felt his wish had been, to use his own words, “a bit selfish”. After further
reflection he decided to try and retract it. He uttered a silent prayer and
asked for his original wish to be replaced by something less indulgent and
far more philanthropic.
Almost immediately he gazed into the heavens for a second time, and was
stunned to see yet another shooting star course across the inky blackness.
He was overcome with a strong feeling that this was a sign of some kind.
He knew that the first wish had been replaced by something which
embodied far nobler ideals.
Jimbo Whiting has also had a few close encounters of his own.
“I once worked in a pub in Fatfield which had a reputation for being seriously
haunted. At the back of the bar there were these recesses cut into the
wooden shelves where the bottles of wine stood.
“One night, after closing, I was alone in the bar with my friend when the wine
bottles began to
shake violently. Suddenly, one shot out of the recess and bounced off the
floor. How it didn’t break I’ll never know, but it didn’t”.
On another occasion, Jimbo was down in the cellar alone. It was early in the
morning and the pub hadn’t yet opened for business. In fact, Jimbo was the
only member of staff on the premises.
After doing whatever it was he had to do in the cellar he made to leave, but
found to his consternation that the door was locked. Initially he assumed that
the manager must have entered the pub, came down stairs and locked
the door. Funny he hadn’t heard him, though.
Fortunately - or so he thought - Jimbo had a set of keys on him. He inserted
the correct key into the lock and tried to turn it. It wouldn’t budge. It was at
this juncture when Jimbo got his first hint that something wasn’t quite right.
Taking a deep breath, he walked over to a second door which led into the
cellar. This was locked too. Once again, he tried the key but the mechanism
seemed to be stuck fast.
Eventually the manager arrived and let him out, and Jimbo thinks he was a
bit sceptical when he told him what had happened. Understandable, really;
but there’s no doubt in our mind that the experience was genuine.

























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