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“I would say, Mrs Smith, that really, given enough rope, I would probably still only hang pictures…”
Well firstly it’s time for the classical history enquiry. As I said, each day I will try to help someone who searched for something interesting and instead found my drivel. As far as humour goes, we’re a bit limited by the fact that at th...
“Why mister Trimble, what a big horn you have….”
I feel that some days I should try to figure out what it was that brought people here by accident and perhaps to attempt to answer their query. Some days this could be hilarious, given their search terms. Some days it could be disgusting and unpleasa...
Moosehunter is back!
Hi folks. Diaryland has apparently decided to grant me access to my old diary entries again. Woohoo. I still can’t do a lot of stuff on the diaryland system now, but I have been transferring the best entries over here. In fact, I’ve trans...
“I can no longer feel my left leg, Mrs Perkins… fetch the chicken casserole.”
So if I’m really lucky with the side effects of my new ‘nerve deadening’ tablets, I could look forward to: Swelling of the hands, feet, ankles, face, lips or throat Itchy, lumpy rash Blistering, peeling and bleeding skin Yellowing ...
Prue Batten
Today’s post is advertising and press-release, pure and simple. I’ve been trying to promote and sell my books wherever I can and it’s been quite arduous at times. But during that time I made a friend who has been going through the s...
Monday Musings
Well let’s start it off by saying there’s a new review up for my novel Interregnum at http://www.fantasybookreview.co.uk/SJA-Turney/Interregnum.html and it’s a good one. I’m feeling kinda smug. I now have three reviews live for that book, and...
Aunts and panthers and bikes, oh my…
So. Firstly I have solved my bike problem. If you remember, at some point in the recent past I posted a couple of times that my bike was making horrible, scary rattling noises all the time. Yesterday I gave the bike the washing of a lifetime. I washe...
The McRoadTrip – Part Two
Day Two: Sunday We awoke to find a grey and slightly dull day. Noisy kids were up and hanging about in their cars. They’d bust the lock on the Ladies’, so wifey had to shower in the gents’ block. Oh, by the way, I missed one bit of ...
The McRoadtrip – Prologue and Part One
Ok. Firstly, a quote from Linguafranca on my last post: “Be careful. Last time I was in Scotland, I came back pregnant.” Well, the main problem I have with that is the fact that I’m a hairy, overweight male. I really don’t nee...
Jockland
Well, tomorrow afternoon we head off for a week away in Bonnie Scotland, so this is probably my last post (cue bugler) for the next week and a half. Might squeeze one in tomorrow morning. Might try to write a post too! Am I prepared? Am I hell! I sta...
Anniversary Waltz
And the answer for my geography quiz yesterday is: 4… Cambodia, Paris, Amazon and, of course US. How many times was US in there? So, yesterday I had flowers delivered to wifey at her office. Actually, she was in the office from 9-10 and from 1...
Book blog
Well, to be honest, I’m a bit busy, and I’ll try and write something a little more interesting, but first there are developments in my book promotion that I’m just too dizzy about to leave out: The guy who runs Parmenion Books has ...
Stuff
Today I shall be mostly looking right as it hurt when I try to look left. My head is slightly lop-sided from a strange sleeping position last night and I sort of look quizzical all the time! Conn Iggulden has bought my book! That’s my book (Mar...
Gradual update
Actually, I’ll almost certainly add to this post throughout the day. I’m actually at home and not at work, partially due to the roads being flooded, which is not condusive to a Paul Revere style journey of six miles along tiny country roa...
Throwback and Revolution
I think I am a freak; a throw-back; an anachronism if you will. I was born in the United Kingdom in the era of the European Economic Community, Decimal Coinage, Metric Measurements and the modern County System. And I appear, against all odds, to be l...
Sneak Peek
Since I’m still working on extracting data from this wacky races database (which is a little like trying to nail custard to a dartboard), have no time to write today. However, I’ve been meaning to give a 1 chapter sneak peek into the new ...
Blog-free Weekend
Yes, I shall not now be blogging until monday. Wednesday night was spent socialising and playing pool (slightly less well than an epileptic dolphin with tunnel vision). Thursday night we had friends round for dinner. I shall call them the Scarecrow a...
Review for Marius’ Mules
Late afternoon update: first review of Marius’ Mules now out on the page to the top right. Not as good as Interregnum, but still 5 stars! Suck on that, non-believers!!! – As Pratchett once pointed out, the use of multiple exclamation mark...
Picture Books
Hurried and unimaginitive today. I’m hoping to post this on my main website some time soon in a different format (basically using my own photos and some extra description and details) but here’s version 1.0 (beta) – probably about a...
Hit and miscellanea
A collection of short ramblings today. 1. A review I gave on a website of one of Thomas Hardy’s most famous novels: Jude the Obscure is also one of the most unpleasant to my mind. If I remember this right, the plot goes: “Boy meets girl, ...
Signs of life
Signs of a good night being had last night: 1. I’m having to try and type quietly. 2. My liver keeps poking me to remind me he’s there. 3. I ate a kebab! 4. Wifey had to make herself a cheese toastie when we got home. 5. Tried to watch a ...
Diary of a phobophobe
I am arachnophobic. I am actually one of the more arachnophobic people I have ever met. Anything with 8 legs – don’t being conjoined sheep near me… And the most ridiculous thing is that no-one who is not an arachnophobe can ever und...
Jazz-beens
Tonight we go to the village’s ‘Jazz on a summer’s evening’ event. It’s supposed to be a good night. I’ve never actually been before since Jazz and I don’t entirely get along well. My opinion of Jazz has alwa...
Ready… steady… wait!
Why is it that Traffic lights know when I’m approaching. I swear that, not only can I not hit traffic lights while they are on green, but I don’t even hit them on red. They turn from green to red while I am around 100 yards away, thus mak...
Driven to distraction
This morning’s post is a pet peeves post. Being a motorcyclist I am, I suspect, both more aware and less forgiving of the foibles of car drivers. I’m not blaming all car drivers here, as at least half of all car owners drive sensibly, sa...
Rafaello di Sanzio ate my hamster
I am in a bit of a state today. From a couple of days of bad (read: Ole Faithful style) stomach to my leg which currently feels like a family of badgers has set up home in it and are trying to light a fire, most bits of me ache, hurt or don’t w...
Sunday funday
Well I am refusing to meet the stare of the heaps of horrible washing up in the Kitchen. I took painkillers a couple of hours ago and the thumping in my cerebellum has receded nicely, but I’m still four mugs of coffee and a bacon sandwich away ...
Saturday short
It has to be a short update due to the many things to do today. I finally updated the website. There’s actually a photo of me that doesn’t involve me holding a beer, leering, capering or covered in anything fruity. That was a hard shot to...
A new enterprise
Wifey and I went to see Star Trek last night. I am still not sure yet whether the plot was superb or irritating. There’s something about it that niggles me. Perhaps it was the traditional Star Trek necessity to squeeze in one of the original st...
Wacky races book promotions…
Top 10 of my wackiest ideas so far for promoting my books: 1. Print out some posters advertising them and then travel around railway stations in Britain, pasting them over the top of posters advertising people like Dan Brown. As the old joke goes: &#...
