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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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Radio silence ahead

February 23rd, 2018 (04:36 pm)

Just a reminder that the Cochranes will be sailing off into the frozen northern wastes on Sunday. I'll try to post some pictures here and on my instagram but that'll all be internet access dependent. I have my fingers crossed for wildlife (a narwhal or sea eagle would be the pinnacle) and also for seeing the sort of fjords where the Tirpitz hid.

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Newsletter 193

February 19th, 2018 (07:24 pm)

I’m starting with one apology looking back and another looking forwards. I’m sorry that the usual every-other-Friday newsletter due last week is delayed until today. I’ve been struggling with a respiratory tract infection that’s still here after ten days so nothing very useful is getting done. Looking ahead, we’re about to embark on a cruise, so the next newsletter is unlikely to appear until the 16th of March. On the plus side, that means one less item in the inbox!


Given the lurgy that’s hit me, this will be short and sweet.

The final Cambridge Fellows re-release from Endeavour Media (note slight change of publisher title, as there have been changes afoot in the organisation) will hopefully be live by the time the next newsletter goes out. The cover art is as lovely as all the series has been. Lessons in Chasing the Wild Goose will be live by then, too.

I’m head down (or would be if I had a functional head) over a fourth book for the Lindenshaw series but have also got another set of sleuths out of mothballs. Because ‘This Ground which was Secured at Great Expense’ will be going into a collection of WWI stories with Williams and Whiting, the story it was originally paired with – ‘The Case of the Overprotective Ass’ – needs a new companion piece, so that’s my next writing project. Those two will also be with Williams and Whiting.

The amateur sleuths are two post WWII British film actors, Alasdair and Toby, who made their debut in ‘The Roaming Heart’ which is available on my free stories page. The snippet this week comes from that very tale.

“Linda, my dear, you look terribly tired.” Charles Prior laid his hand on the girl’s arm. She did look weary, dreadfully pale and drawn.
“It’s this wretched job. I can’t afford to give it up, as Mama depends upon me.” Linda fought back the tears, a fierce, brave look on her lovely face.
“There is another solution — we’ve spoken of it often.”
Charles took her hand, gently caressing it. “If you would only do me the honour…” His eyes shone with hope and a desire that, this time, those expectations shouldn’t prove forlorn.
“No — no, my dear. It would never work. I could never make you happy as you deserve to be.” Linda patted Charles’s hand, smiled at him as a sister might. “You know that my heart will always lie elsewhere.”
Charles glanced out of the café window, better to observe the man who was coming, with an eager stride, down the street. “Shall I go? I wouldn’t want him to be angry with you.”
“No. I won’t let him be rude to you as he was before. He must understand that you are as dear to me as a brother.” She stood up as Ralph Allen came through the door, a huge smile lighting up her face, a smile she had never produced for Charles. “I’m so pleased you could come. You’ve met before, of course?” She indicated her companion.
Ralph scowled, fists clenching. “Oh yes, I remember you, Mr. Prior.”
“Cut!” The director’s voice rang out and everyone relaxed. “That was wonderful, my dears. All in one take as well, excellent job. We’ll do the close ups this afternoon, everyone.” He came across to where his stars were beginning to laugh and joke with one another. “Alasdair, you were marvellous. Your Ralph really did look as if he was going to punch Charles there and then. Toby, no-one does unrequited love like you can, dear. And Fiona, that was simply wonderful. Now, my dears, go and take a rest so that you’ll sparkle again for me.”

And finally, one of the things I hope to see on our cruise – sea creatures!

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Two cracking reviews for Two Feet Under

February 13th, 2018 (08:11 pm)

"So, if you have already experienced The Best Corpse for the Job and Jury of One, than you know how lovely the author brings life to Adam and Robin. If you are new to this series than now is a great time to give it a looksee." Read more at Padme's Library.

And at Promoting Crime... "The characters are delightful, especially the adorable dog, Campbell, and the plot is complex and interesting. A thoroughly enjoyable read."

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World war one commemoration - pals

February 11th, 2018 (07:50 pm)

I found this in my files - it must date from a couple of years ago but seemed appropriate to get out again now, after yesterday's big match.


We met first day at school.
Play time he knocked me down, so I knocked him down.
Both got the cane.
Best buttys ever since, through thick and thin.
Scrumping apples, knocking on doors and running off, climbing the wall to see the match for free, always together.
Because where Billy went I had to follow.

Shared our first cigarette, both of us puking up afterwards, back of the chapel.
Had our first working day at the same factory, the same time.
Our first pint at the Working Men’s. Together.
Our first kisses, with those awful Probyn sisters, down in the Tanky Woods.
Whatever Billy did, I tagged along, and he didn’t mind.

We signed up, pals in the Pals’ Regiment, me hoping I wouldn’t get rejected if he was accepted.
Trained together, trying to outdo each other at drill or spit and polish.
Stood in the same holding trench at Mametz, me next in line to him, the only one who could see behind his jokes and his games and spot the fear.
Said to him, “I’m here, Billy, it’ll be alright,” meaning, “I love you, butty, as a man loves a maid,” only I couldn’t have told him.

Woke up in hospital, half my leg missing.
Couldn’t find out if he’d gone where I couldn’t follow yet.
Next morning, he’s there, arm and head bandaged up.
“I was wondering where you’d got to, you silly sod,” he said, meaning, “I love you Harry, but I can’t say it here.”
Only I didn’t find out that was what he meant until later.
After, “Seeing as we’re two cripples, the sort a maid would never look at, just as well we’ve got each other,” and “Neither of us could look after ourselves so we’d best live together.”


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Wild Geese ready to be chased

February 8th, 2018 (03:23 pm)

for Jonty and Orlando anyway. The latest Cambridge Fellows novella is available to pre-order and will be in print form too. Once the author has finished formatting and uploading it.


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WWI commemoration - an apology and a song

February 6th, 2018 (10:42 am)

My brain must have been AWOL when I filled in my diary for this year. Not only have I forgotten to list several family birthdays, I omitted to make a note of the days I promised to post something WWI related. That's now remedied, and this post is to make up for the ones I missed.

Clifford T Ward was a hugely underrated singer-songwriter, whose poignant lyrics were a bittersweet joy.

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Such a poignant story - the laundry ladies of Manchester United

February 5th, 2018 (07:44 pm)

And their involvement with the club, especially in light of the Munich air disaster.

And if you get a chance to watch the film United, grab it.

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Charlie's Newsletter

February 2nd, 2018 (08:58 pm)

It is the best of times it is the worst of times. By which I mean the Six Nations rugby tournaments – men’s, women’s and under-20s – starts this weekend. So I have the bliss of wall-to-wall rugby and the agony of wondering if England can win overall in any of the three categories. “Swing low, sweet chariot…”


Top story this week is that I’ve signed with Williams and Whiting who’ll be releasing “Pack up your Troubles”, which is three older stories repackaged (and in one case reworked) together for the first time. “This Ground which was Secured at Great Expense”, “Music in the Midst of Desolation” and “Hallowed Ground” all have a WWI theme. More news of dates, etc, when I have it but it won’t be for a while. (You should see my “to be edited/finished” pile.)

Other big news is that the roll out of the early Cambridge Fellows Mystery titles by Endeavour is coming round Tattenham Corner and about to enter the finishing straight. (Which will mean nothing to people who don’t follow English horse racing.) Lessons in Trust is the latest release – in ebook only at present but with print to follow. It’s so nice to have my old warhorses back in the shafts (to continue the equine analogies).

Now for something unusual. A group of us – Clare London, Liam Livings, Derek Farrell and yours truly – will be having a book cover themed display at the Harbour Lights cinema (in their exhibition area) in Southampton in May of this year. The theme is “Cover? Art!” and it’ll be free to visit during cinema opening hours. More news on that later, too.


This time, the snippet comes from another WWI story, Promises Made Under Fire, which is available in both e-book and audio.

"Is it that bad?" Foden's voice sounded over my shoulder.
"Do you mean the tea or the day? You'll find out soon enough about the first and maybe sooner than we want about the second."
"The perennial ray of sunshine." He laughed. Only Frank Foden could find something to laugh about on mornings like these, when the damp towel of mist swaddled us.
"Try as I might, I can't quite summon up the enthusiasm to be a music-hall turn at this unearthly hour." I tried another mouthful of tea but even that didn't seem to be hitting the spot.
"If you're going to be all doom and gloom, can you hide the fact for a while? The colonel's coming today. He'll want to see 'everything jolly.'" The impersonation of Colonel Johnson's haughty, and slightly ridiculous, tones was uncanny. Trust Foden to hit the voice, spot on, even though his normal, chirpy London accent was nothing like Johnson's cut-glass drawl.
"Oh, he'll see it. So long as he doesn't arrive before I've had breakfast."
Foden slapped my back. "That's the ticket. Don't shatter the old man's illusions." He smiled, that smile potentially the only bright spot in a cold grey day. In a cold grey life. Frank kept me going, even on days when the casualty count or the cold or the wet made nothing seem worth living for anymore.
"How the hell can you always be so cheerful?"
"Because the alternative isn't worth thinking about. Why make things more miserable when there's a joke to crack?"

And finally, from the Rugby for Heroes calendar, a few years back. How to combine two of my great loves…


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