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Dreamwidth and Wordpress and just making my life simpler

[sticky post] January 5th, 2017 (12:36 pm)

2017 will see me - hopefully - completing what I started in 2016, which is simplifying my online presence. My website address now relocates to my Wordpress site, where I also have an active blog, so the next step is to co-ordinate this blog and my dreamwidth one. Like many folk, I'll be heading to dreamwidth for my main blog, although I'll keep my mylodon presence for all things fandom.

Come and link up at Dreamwidth/Wordpress!

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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 Re-issue coming soon!

Lessons in Desire August 1906 Re-issue coming soon!

Lessons in Discovery  November 1906 Re-issue coming soon!

Lessons in Power Spring 1907 Re-issue coming soon!

Lessons in Temptation July 1907 Re-issue coming soon!

Lessons in Temptation missing scene July 1907

What the Mathematician said to the Statue Summer 1907

Lessons in Seduction September 1907 Re-issue coming soon!

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 Re-issue coming soon!

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 Re-issue coming soon!

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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A Tale of Two Books

May 21st, 2018 (10:20 am)

Most months I conduct a new release interview for the ITW magazine, The Big Thrill. Usually this is great fun, and occasionally it's brilliant - like when I discover an author I want to read more of. Last month I was lucky enough to interview Vaseem Khan about this book:


What a little gem. Well written, fast paced plot, good characters. And a non-kitsch baby elephant.

On the other hand, I got from the Oxfam book shop a mystery which I won't name, but it involved an intriguing premise about a now dead writer. Such a disappointment in terms of plot and writing.

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On Portsdown Hill, the poppies grow

May 20th, 2018 (12:14 pm)

Okay, that's a bit of poetic license, but the Wave installation is there, at Fort Nelson, until 24th June. We saw the poppies at the Tower, but this time you can get much closer.





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Last chance to see

May 19th, 2018 (12:27 pm)


The Cover? Art! exhibition at Harbour Lights Cinema, Southampton, is into its last few weeks. Admission free, during cinema opening hours.

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New computer chair

May 16th, 2018 (01:45 pm)

IMG_2330Well, new as in different. It supposedly dates to the late 19th/early 20th century although it's been upcycled. I have to sit on a cushion and have another at the back as I am so small, but it ain't half comfy. Makes you sit properly, too.

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Red kites over Cochrane central

May 14th, 2018 (02:09 pm)

IMG_5223A pair of red kites were soaring over Cochrane central this lunchtime. I took loads of pictures, most of which turned out to be of blue sky or blurs. This one however...

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It never grows old, the fun of a launch...

May 14th, 2018 (10:51 am)

And this is no exception! Delighted that Pack Up Your Troubles is now unleashed on an unsuspecting world. Love the cover. So clear and poignant.41TBn3M-p2L

In other news, am experiencing one of the joys of being a pantser author. Into the final scenes of a mystery novella with my two 1950's actor laddies, and am having all sorts of 'What if the murderer did that?' and 'Oh, the policeman could do that in response!' fun. I love it when my stories surprise me.

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Charlie's newsletter

May 12th, 2018 (08:01 pm)

Well, we had summer last weekend! Now the heating is back on an I look out of the window wondering if it’s next autumn already.

Looking for a winner

Are you the person I’m looking for? I picked the winner at my autism blog hop post, but they haven’t responded. If you commented a fortnight ago, can you just check if you won, please?


There’s a smashing review for Lessons in Chasing the Wild Goose in the Mystery People e-zine (also at Promoting Crime BlogSpot).
"Lessons in Chasing the Wild Goose is a delightful novel, showing Jonty and Orlando matured by time and war but still as charming and affectionate as ever."

The top, hot off the press, piece of news is the release of Pack up Your Troubles, which features three re-issued stories of love - won, lost and regained - against a backdrop of war.

Here’s an excerpt from the first story, This Ground Which was Secured at Great Expense.

Nicholas cast a sidelong glance at Paul, wondering what expectations he’d have. The estate manager wore his business face, a cool, clear eye surveying the fields, maybe weighing up the chances of the next pheasant brood surviving the depredation of fox or buzzard. Sometimes Paul spoke of his family, an occasional glimpse into a world not bounded by rents or yields; would one of his brothers or cousins be taking the King’s shilling? “Will Tom volunteer?”
“He’s not told me one way or the other. They’ll want medical men, of course, especially ones who know about bones.” Paul smiled, as he always did on the rare occasions he mentioned his older brother. Nicholas had often wished he’d been blessed with a younger sibling to hold him in such high regard. “They’ll want ones who know how to deal with heads. And what goes on inside them as well.” Paul scuffed with his boots at a weed which had dared to poke its nose up in the immaculate gravel.
“Do you wish that you’d been able to get over there?” Nicholas immediately bit his tongue. Why on earth had he felt the need to ask such a stupid question? But the words were out and beyond recall, maybe as lethal to friendship as a vixen among the nestlings.
“Good God, no. If it wasn’t for this,” Paul tapped his gammy leg, “I’d have to find some other way to avoid it. I’d drive ambulances, or crack codes, run messages night and day if I had to. I couldn’t go and fight.” The sea-green eyes looked straight into Nicholas’s deep grey ones, hiding nothing, baring Paul’s very soul.
“Why?” Relieved that their friendship hadn’t fallen at the first hurdle of his clumsy questioning, shocked at his friend’s uncharacteristic candour, Nicholas rushed in again.
“I couldn’t shoot another man, or bayonet him.” Paul’s face, normally ruddy from fresh air and exercise, had turned as pale as the hawthorn blossom they’d collected as boys. He ran his fingers through his fine, dark hair.
Nicholas tried to keep his eyes from admiring those long slender hands. Hands he’d seen wring the neck of a critically injured bird caught in the raspberry netting. Hands which could knock out, behead and gut a trout in thirty seconds. Hands which had tipped blossom into his, the gentle brush of fingers on palm remaining in Nicholas’s mind long after the flowers had faded and lost their odour. “I see. I think I understand.” He didn’t, but he wouldn’t judge out of ignorance or misapprehension. If Paul had his reasons, that was good enough.
“Do you? Then you see more than I do.” A sad smile crossed Paul’s face, like a cloud over the sun. They stood a while in silence, watching a kestrel quartering the field the other side of the beeches, both wary of words which could build a wall between them.
“I don’t believe you’re a coward, Paul. I’ve seen too much of your valour to make such a mistake.” The village bully thrashed because of what he’d done to a harmless tramp who’d been holed up in the woods behind the church. The dog which had gone wild and worried the livestock—confronted and despatched, almost clinically.
Paul shrugged. “Maybe it takes a braver man to stay at home at times like this. Don’t ask me to speculate on the nature of courage.”

And finally - mock dog fights over Duxford. One of those moments you think, "So glad I was there!"


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World war one commemoration - songs

May 11th, 2018 (04:40 pm)

When I was little, my dad used to teach me songs he'd sung during the war, sometimes to my mother's horror. He also had a wonderful Warren Mitchell album, with the actor in the guise of a WWI soldier, singing marvellous songs like Dolly Gray. I can still sing most of those off by heart. I'd recommend finding any of these little gems on youtube.
Many of these have stood the test of time - my daughters were taught 'Tipperary' and 'Pack up Your Troubles' as part of their WWII project at school. (And those two songs are great sung in counterpoint.) Max Arthur's book "When this Bloody War is Over" is also a great source of both lyrics - not suitable at all for little girls like I was! - and tales of concert parties. I recommend it highly.

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