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The definitive (at present!) chronological list of Jonty and Orlando stories

May 4th, 2020 (11:58 am)

Early twentieth century:

Lessons in Love November 1905

Lessons in Desire August 1906

Lessons in Discovery November 1906

Lessons in Power Spring 1907

Lessons in Temptation July 1907

Lessons in Temptation missing scene July 1907

What the Mathematician said to the Statue Summer 1907

Lessons in Seduction September 1907

What the Mathematician said to the Engineer November 1907

My true love sent to me December 1907

My True Love sent to me postscript

Lessons in Trust Summer 1908

Resolution January 1909

Lessons for Suspicious Minds Summer 1909.

On the occasion of their anniversary November 1909

Wetting the baby's head missing scene, November 1909

Bloody Mathematicians Spring 1910

Lessons for Idle Tongues Summer 1910

May our days be merry and bright Winter 1910

A fit employment for a gentleman Summer 1912 (crossover 'fanfic')

Once we won matches Aug 1912

Ring in the New December 1913

Game of Chance 1916

All Lessons Learned Spring 1919

Lessons for Survivors, Autumn 1919

Lessons for Sleeping Dogs 1921

The Boy from Kings 1932

A random collection of silly things:

The Inadvertent Adventures of Johnny Stewart, Jonty's great-nephew.

Orlando's opinion on Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake.

Pride, Prejudice and all the rest.

Drabbles 1 Edwardian

Drabbles 2 Edwardian

Splitting Infinitives Edwardian, crossover 'fanfic'

Ten plus five plus eight = twenty three Edwardian crossover 'fanfic'

Love Letters, 1911 to 2011

Lessons in Disco 2010

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The most seismic day in British politics...

June 30th, 2016 (02:54 pm)

since yesterday.

And in other news, the Cochranes are off to Wales for three weeks from Saturday. Should have wifi so I shall know if you're getting up to naughty badness. This is from the Country Cottages website and appears to be the view from the first place we're staying.

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Best Corpse for the Job on special offer today only

June 29th, 2016 (01:05 pm)

Get down to Amazon or Kobo for a bargain copy of the e-book.

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English footie? Pfft.

June 28th, 2016 (03:11 pm)

I've been watching sport for as long as I can remember, and supporting our national teams through thick and thin (and there's been a lot of the latter). I've groaned as our middle order collapsed in the 90's, and cringed as Wales ran in try after try in the 70's. But last night's football - well, I despair.

If these last few days have seen our country get a reality check, then one is due for the football fans, pundits, media etc. The Premiership is not the best league in the world. If it were, English clubs would consistently perform at the highest in the European club competitions, and they don't. English footballers are not world class, no matter what their salaries may be. If they were, we'd be winning these sorts of matches.

Still, at least it was a good excuse to watch this to cheer myself up. We've won a world cup already this year - this is real sporting class.

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Rainbow snippet - If Music Be

June 26th, 2016 (08:20 pm)

This is from my contribution for the upcoming "Summer's Day" charity anthology project!

The sudden ringing of Rick’s mobile jerked him out of his thoughts. Incoming call from one of his mates.
“Hello, Eddie. If you’re going to sing happy birthday, warn me in advance.” Eddie had never been able to hold a tune.
“Spoilsport. I’ll just wish you many happy returns, then. How are you doing?”
“Not bad. You?”
“Run off my feet, Rick. Got a new production coming up. You wouldn’t be interested?”
“Nah.” Rick’s am dram days were behind him.
“Can’t twist your arm?”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but my heart’s not in it anymore.” Not without Steve to cheer him on.

More excerpts at Rainbow snippets!

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Newsletter 153

June 24th, 2016 (09:20 pm)

Evening all, as George Dixon used to say. If that makes no sense, ask your granny. All I’ll say about events in the UK today today is to quote Mr Cochrane. Verbatim. “They’ve made their bed and now they must let sleeping dogs lie in it.”

News

Best Corpse for the Job is going to be on special offer on Amazon and Kobo one day next week. Not allowed to say which but somewhere in the middle. Keep your eyes peeled for news at my Facebook or twitter.

Writing:

I have an awful confession to make. I cannibalize old stories, ones that have never seen the light of day, to use in new ones. I’ve just ripped apart a story involving an internet scam and werewolves (yeah, that’s what I thought—potentially a load of old overwritten tripe) to make a possible weresloth story. And I’ve taken the best scenes to put into the next Lindenshaw tale, where they actually work. Anybody else do that?

Anyhoo, there’s a bit in Home Fires Burning in which someone relates a dream where he meets the Archangel Raphael. That came from an unused Jonty Stewart AU snippet, which I reproduce here for the first time:

Guardian Angel
A Cambridge Fellows AU story


“Doctor Stewart!”
Jonty reflected how ironic it was that the Archangel Raphael had a voice so resembling that possessed by the Vice Chancellor of Cambridge University. Perhaps it was mere coincidence—the tone of absolute but merciful authority making them sound so alike—or maybe the heavenly being had allowed his accent to be replicated for those humans he most favoured. “Yes, Raphael?”
At least Jonty was allowed to use the angelic being’s name; he had never referred to the leader of the University as Claude. At least not to his face and never when sober.
“Please be seated. I believe that we need to have some conversation.”
“Yes, Raphael.” Jonty’s heart sank; he sat down and folded his wings around himself demurely. His countenance, seen reflected not in a glass darkly but in the shining metal ceremonial shield by Raphael’s desk, bore the look of extreme innocence that he’d cultivated over the years and which had graced Bride’s chapel at many an evensong before the war. His body may have been made anew but his face was undoubtedly the strikingly beautiful one (or so both his mother and Orlando described it) he had worn for thirty odd years on earth.
“And that expression may fool old ladies and maidens but it cuts no ice with me.” Raphael looked stern, but then let his face met into a smile, his own countenance outshining even Jonty’s in its magnificence. “Jonty. Dear Jonty. I don’t want to be hard on you. That’s not my role. I just wanted to make sure that you understood the nature of your brief.”
“I do. It’s to look after Dr Coppersmith until such time as my services are no longer required and we are given our new commission together.” Jonty finished his recital and smiled contentedly. It wasn’t such a hard task to be given.
“And do you feel that you have discharged this responsibility properly?”
“I think so.” Jonty prepared to defend himself. “I did nudge him out of the way of that bayonet at Ypres. Made it go straight into a tree so it couldn’t harm anyone. And there was that runaway carriage I guided into a hay cart. No bones broken all round.”
“And the incident with the ice cream cone? Perhaps you thought I hadn’t noticed that one ?”
Jonty suddenly stiffened, caught out in his guilt. “Ah. Well. You see, that was really just a little token of our past together; it was just the sort of thing I might have done, giving a little push so his poor conk ended up covered in cream or jam or some other delicacy. I did wonder whether he thought I might be behind it in some way—Orlando’s not clumsy as a rule.” He sighed ruefully at the remembrance of happy times passed together.
“That might just have been acceptable as there was not even injury sustained to his pride, there being no witnesses. But what about the episode with the young lady? The one you made run away crying as if she’d seen a ghost?” Raphael tried to appear stern but could only manage avuncular. He wasn’t adopting his true Old Testament guise, a persona he was said to find rather wearing to keep up. “Or as if she’d seen another sort of heavenly figure—like an avenging angel?”
“Ah. Again.” Jonty had an inspiration. “My brief is to protect Orlando and that’s what I was doing. That minx had such designs upon him, she needed to be sent off with a flea in her ear.”
“Jonty,” Raphael’s voice had sunk to almost a whisper, “don’t you want him to have the chance of happiness again?”
Jonty sighed deeply, his eyes welling with beatific tears. He was silent for a long moment. “Of course I do, it’s what I want above all things. But with the right person, not some pouting and prancing filly who only wants him for his name or money.” He looked up, facing his superior angelic being without fear. “That’s what she was after. She didn’t truly love him—I know because I consulted the angel who keeps an eye on her. We were both in accord that the whole thing was a bad idea.”
“And if the right woman did come along? What would you do then?”
“Then I’d see the job through, I promise. Although, I’m not sure there ever could be the right woman for Orlando. Perhaps some nice chap, with plenty of patience and kindness, who could hang around uncomplainingly for long enough to let the idiot realise that he was being wooed and wooed well.” Jonty sighed again. “It would take an awful lot for him to love again, you know.”
“I do indeed, but the question needed to be asked.”
“As you’ve told me many a time, it’s not about what I like or dislike. It’s about doing the right thing. Thereby lies greatness. Isn’t that correct?”
Raphael stood up, flexing his magnificent wings, then leant over and clapped Jonty’s shoulder. “It is; we’ll make an angel of you yet. Then you can teach him when the time’s right.”

And finally...
Have some gorgeous Jersey scenery. Oddly enough, the Channel Islands are part of the British Isles but have never been in the EU.



Charlie

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Don't forget I have a gazillion free stories...

June 21st, 2016 (08:56 pm)

Well, a dozen anyway. All to be found at my downloadable stories page, just by here.

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Rainbow snippet - A man lay dead in winter

June 19th, 2016 (09:26 pm)

This is one of the many stories you can download for free at my free fiction page.

It's the first 'proper' story I ever finished and features a proto-Jonty and Orlando.

. He returned to find a supper laid for him on rough wooden trenchers, the wine poured into a single horn cup.

“We’ll have to share, Horace. Perhaps the cottager has taken his finest golden tableware with him to grace his kin’s table while they welcome the Christ child afresh.” Johannes smiled kindly. He knew that the finery he enjoyed at Horace’s manor was far beyond the reach of most of the people he walked this life with.

“If it snows like this all night we’ll have been so grateful for the shelter that I’ll send him a pair of the finest goblets I can rustle up. Truly, dead man or no, I do not think we would have necessarily made our way safely back home before the weather set in. It’s coming from the south and I hope that Kenwyn can ride before it.”

“Then please God he makes it to Hywel safely and is given bed for the night. Perhaps we might see a thaw in the morning and they can reach us then. If not, we will have to make do. And our friend out there won’t be any the worse off for the cold.”

Many a gem can be found at the Rainbow snippets FB group.

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Some more Grantchester TV adaptation thoughts

June 18th, 2016 (12:50 pm)

I've been working my way through the Grantchester books - they're charming, gentle and reflect their time, which could also be said of Sidney Chambers. He is NOTHING like his TV incarnation. So not only is the television adaptation an insult to Leonard, it's an insult to Sidney, too. *grumble grumble*

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Re-reading an ms prior to pressing 'send'

June 17th, 2016 (11:32 am)

Usually I think, "Well that's not too bad, then," but this time I'm thinking, "Ooh, this is quite good." Let's hope that's not a case of famous last words.

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