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		<title>Autobiography of a Short, Fat, Ugly Man: A Kind of Immortality</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Aug 2021 01:01:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em>Apologies</em>: I could read when I was three. It’s not unnatural, some children just seem to teach themselves to read, we think it’s by a process of copying adults and interpreting pictures. From the age of about six I was reading a book every day, that is finishing a book every day…a practice I have continued all my life. I’m not saying I read <em>War and Peace</em> in one day but I tend to finish an average sized adult’s book most days.

When I was eight I was reading James Bond and books by Alistair McLean and Neville Shute. Mind you I was still reading all the children’s books as well, still do now: Bunter, William, Jennings, The Famous Five and all the others. I read all the heavy stuff in my teens and now regret wasting so much of my time digesting crap like <em>Wuthering Heights</em> and <em>Tom Jones</em>…give me a break. There is nothing in those old fashioned dirges that you cannot find ten times better in a modern book…literary insight my ass. Most of them were written by middle class virgins who knew nothing of life and the only reason they got published was because there were so few people writing during the last century. I took a year to read: <em>The Fall and Decline of the Roman Empire</em>, then there was <em>Boswell’s Life of Johnson</em> both of which were okay. Then there were all the Nordic folk tales and stuff like that. By the age of fourteen I had read the whole of Kingswinford Library half a dozen times.

Then when I was thirty eight I was at Exeter University and a professor told us we should read the <em>Aeneid</em> if only in translation, I had always avoided it like the plague because it was in Latin. But I knew about the <em>Aeneid</em> from the Bunter books so I read it and wasn’t that impressed but while I was reading it I had a kind of revelation: I was reading words written by an ordinary bloke some 2000 years ago! A living, breathing man who maybe had just had an argument with his wife or had an upset stomach or was just feeling ticked off with the world. He was communicating with me over huge scans of time and appearing on my page as alive as he had ever been…the thought took my breath away, anything I read or indeed wrote was not limited by the mere lifetime of a man, it could go on forever…it was a <em>Kind of Immortality!</em>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>All four of these autobiographies in the one book that take the reader right from childhood until <em>the man who is not quite sane </em>runs away around the world on the QE2. The humour and the drama of a man who lives his life a bit differently to most and whose only drive is to write is portrayed in these funny, honest and open books that contain so much action and hilarious happenings from rows with famous Hollywood stars to living with the poorest people in the Middle East. From teaching in the roughest schools in London to the poshest schools in Iraq. The relentless changes of location and beautiful women, the genuine times of real danger where lives are lost to the highest states of luxury&#8230;Nick has seen it all!</p>
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		<title>The Autobiography of a Short, Fat, Ugly Man: Only the Brave</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2020 01:39:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[On this particular day I was teaching pressure (kinda ironic considering) and I was going to use the elephant and high heels demonstration to show that the high heel does more damage to the floor…luckily for me Elizabeth always wore very high heels and we had an elephant costume in the store. I had got two of security guards to agree to come in dressed up in it towards the end of the lesson.

I was talking around a bit making them laugh and suddenly Tony starts shouting out:

‘Oh! Oh! Oh!’ he rose to his feet. I sort of froze not knowing what was about to happen but the rest of the class did and just sort of gave a collective sigh. I always remember the one girl who calmly got to her feet and opened the window.

What was about to happen was the most audacious, talented and exhilarating lesson I was ever going to witness in my whole life.

‘Oh sir…oh sir…oh sir…’ Tony shouted then he pushed his way into the centre of the horseshoe dragging his chair behind him. He briefly bent over double in pain then hastily clamboured up onto the chair and stuck his bottom out. There was a brief silence then a huge rasp of sound rent the air and I watched, listened and indeed smelled as Tony Wing played the whole of the British National Anthem without missing a note. I swear he could even manage to get the sounds to quaver as he let forth.

After an extra chorus he was evidentially running out of air for he finally let it trail away in a sad little aria that perfectly brought the performance to a close.

After that the elephant was a bit of an anti-climax.

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Gentle Reader: I have no idea why anyone would want to read my poor autobiography but my agent kept pressing me and finally one miserable winter when I was trapped in Scotland I finally wrote it. Surprisingly it sold remarkably well and I was pushed to produce the follow ups. This is the third in that line and concerns the time when my first marriage had ended and I ran away to University to study for an Education degree though I had no intention of ever becoming a teacher. This is where I met my second wife and it recounts our time at The University of Exeter and particularly our experiences doing our teaching practice in Tower Hamlets in London. The experiences we had there warranted a book all of their own. The fourth I will bring out later this year if the Corona lockdown goes on much longer here in Mallorca. This fourth one will take you right up to where I ran away around the world on the QE2 and while doing so I wrote emails to my clubs back home about the funny incidents that happened. Later on I brought them out as: <em>Going Round The Bend On The QE2 </em>which turned into a best-seller and prompted a number of follow-ups. These are really much funnier than the pathetic stories of my youth so I urge you to read them first!</p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2020 00:44:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[‘Would you care to start, Christina?’ he said.

‘We just thought we’d like to try our hands at a game of cards,’ said Christina thereby revealing which one she was to Peter.

‘Try a game of cards?’ he demanded. ‘You took over one hundred thousand dollars off that man.’

‘We were lucky,’ said Alexia.

‘Lucky? Lucky‽ Bloody hell, that’s some run of luck,’ Peter stormed. ‘You were counting cards…no, don’t deny it: you were counting cards!’

‘Well, Peter, that’s not against the law is it?’ put in Bobby. Peter glared at her, she was still wearing her disguise and it was so good that it still felt like he was talking to a stranger rather than the woman who shared his bed. He had to be very careful, he wanted to tell her to keep out of it but he could easily hurt her badly that way. Bobby was trying very hard to be part of his family.

‘It’s against the rules,’ he said. ‘It’s tantamount to stealing!’

‘No Peter, that’s not fair,’ said Bobby. ‘The odds in those casinos are so stacked against anybody winning that the girls had every right to use their brains to level the playing field.’

‘Well, whatever…you’re going to give Mr Martin all his money back and you can go around there tomorrow and apologise!’

‘We can’t,’ said Christina. ‘We’ve already given the money away.’

‘Who to?’

‘Oxfam,’ supplied Alexia.

‘Oxfam! Why?’

‘It’s our favourite charity,’ said Christina.

‘That’s not what I meant and you know it,’ said Peter. ‘Anyway, what about the money you won this afternoon?’

‘We had the casino pay it by cheque and we posted it to Oxfam before we came to…’ Alexia gave a shudder but Peter was too stressed to notice how she couldn’t say the name. ‘That man’s office,’ she finished lamely.

‘So you thought I might be there?’ he demanded. Their silence told him he was right. There was a long pause as Peter considered his options.

‘Well, tomorrow you can come with me to Oxfam, if there’s a local office and you can explain exactly how you came by that money and request its return.’

‘No,’ said Christina quietly.

‘What do you mean, no?’

‘She means no,’ said Alexia, the more submissive twin. She walked forward, reached up and kissed his cheek before he could stop her. ‘Dad, we’re sorry you got involved, really. We know how much you hate a scene but it’s something we had to do.’

‘You two young ladies will do as you’re damn well told,’ he stormed.

Christina held up her hand, ‘Just give me one minute,’ she said to him and Peter watched in bewilderment as she disappeared into his and Bobby’s bedroom. She came out a couple of seconds later and handed him one of his slippers.

‘What?’ he demanded.

‘If you feel you have to use your slipper on us then we will accept your punishment,’ said Alexia meeting his eyes. ‘But we are not going to return the money to that man.’

‘And we’re not going to apologise to him either,’ said Christina. She came and stood alongside her sister right in front of him.

Peter’s face was working furiously as he tried to get hold of the situation. Bobby made it worse. She stepped forward in between the two girls:

‘Absolutely,’ she said. ‘I’m quite ready to accept your punishment as well.’

‘Oh don’t be so ridiculous!’ said Peter crossly.

‘I’m not being ridiculous,’ she said. ‘I’m as much to blame as the girls are. More, I’m an adult. I went with them, I sat across from them and when they were confronted by the security guard I lied my head off to protect them…you slipper them you slipper me! It’s only fair.’

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Vega! Vegas! Vegas! is the follow up to Kiss Mommy Goodbye which is about the rock superstar Peter Webb and the seven abused children he adopts. In this novel the children have all become one family and even though they all still suffer from huge problems they all meet them as one! Peter takes on a massive gig at the Bellagio in Vegas and takes his whole family along with him as well as his famous movie star girlfriend, Roberta Capone. The children are all loving their time in Vegas attending Peter&#8217;s concerts every evening to watch him a Getz stun the crowds and in the day time exploring the hotels of Vegas in their own particular manner. When Getz falls for the owner of the new Rock and Roll hotel they all disapprove but she insists on seeing him. Then Getz is raped and all the children unite to keep Peter from finding out and to get their revenge on Vince Martin. How they conspire to drive him completely out of business all the time protecting their explosive father from finding out makes for a high powered action packed side story to saga of the Webb family! As always with these novels Vegas is full of drama and trauma with high powered moments of humor when the lives of the super famous and super-rich come into contact with a rough crowd of children from all over the world!</p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2020 00:36:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[‘What are you doing here, Peter?’ she asked quietly.

‘Don’t be silly,’ he said. ‘You know you don’t want to go to Australia.’

‘What?’ She gave a vast sigh of exasperation, ‘I think this is a little late, don’t you?’

‘No, come on,’ he nodded back over his shoulder. ‘I’ve got the car.’

‘Have you gone mad or what?’ she demanded. ‘I am leaving on a plane in under ten minutes time and I won’t be back for at least six months!’

‘Stop pratting around Bobby, you know you’re going to come back with me.’

‘I do not! Nothing you can say will stop me leaving! Do you understand that Peter Webb? Nothing!’

‘How about: I love you?’

‘Oh you bastard!’ She had been speaking quietly so the press wouldn’t hear but now her voice rose in indignation, ‘You bastard! How dare you?’ And breaking the habit of a lifetime she brought her hand round in a stinging slap that made even people in the crowd wince. Peter didn’t flinch. He sighed and ducked forward, flicked her over his shoulder and stood up again.

‘How dare you! <em>How dare you!’ </em>Her voice rose to a shout and she started to struggle, ‘get your hands off me you great bully!’  Peter was at least twice the weight of her and half a dozen times stronger but even he had trouble keeping the furiously kicking Bobby in place.

He turned and faced the director, ‘I really am sorry, Wes,’ he said. ‘Penelope Cruz, that’s your girl.’ And ignoring the howls of outrage from Bobby he walked down the steps and through the crowd.

No one tried to stop him. No one at all! Whether it was just his fame, or his size, or because people thought it was a publicity stunt, they all just parted in front of him, like a sea. He reached the Ferrari and of course everybody was surging after them, photographers were frantically running their fast forward motors hot, and the two TV camera crews were almost coming to blows over the best position in which to capture this fabulous incident.

Suddenly everyone became still as Peter gently eased her back to the ground. She stood there, her face white with anger for about half a second then she unleashed a slap that made the crowd gasp. There was a five second silence then she did exactly the same thing in exactly the same place. Peter leaned forward and kissed her. She didn’t kiss him back, just stood there like a rag doll letting him kiss her. He straightened up and gave her his half smile and she slapped him again. He nodded as though he quite understood then he opened the passenger door and offered her the seat.

Bobby eyed him coldly for a very long moment, then still with a livid look on her face she stepped into the car and sat down. Peter closed the door courteously and turned to walk around the front of the car, everyone applauded and he gave them a little bow which made Bobby even more furious.

The Ferrari roared off, the two occupants staring straight ahead.

The director made as if to go after them, before he realized what he was doing. ‘Oh shit!’ he said.

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kiss Mommy Goodbye is a major new novel from bestselling author Nicholas Walker. Peter Webb is a rock superstar living in California who has everything, but his failing relationships with women leave him hankering back to when he was a simple schoolteacher and on a whim he adopts a fourteen year old girl. Getz, was removed from abusive parents and placed with foster parents and when the story starts it has just been discovered that the foster Father has been sexually assaulting her for the last three years. She has become a highly disturbed young girl who cannot stand any male touching her in any way, she steals cars and attacks people and completely distrusts Peter&#8217;s motives in fostering her. Her only passion is the saxophone which has become a surrogate parent and she is mentally unable to be parted from it for even a second. The story goes on to relate how their music brings them closer and Getz becomes his real daughter in the most important sense of the word. Peter is then presented very suddenly with twin girl orphans from Iraq, who everybody resents, including Getz but it&#8217;s only with her help that they finally fit into the family. Peter goes on to adopt Butch, a crippled refugee from Bosnia, then the two sons of an Afghan suicide bomber, an American girl who is total drug addict, then finally his own daughter comes to live with them when Peter&#8217;s ex-wife dies. The story is one of strong but very different characters who all have severe problems but who all come to support one another through the many family crises. They have to cope with the suicide attempt of Getz, the drug addiction of Ally, the problems with the police and the school, the death of one of the children and the pressures of the press and rock concerts and Oscar ceremonies. The characters are introduced through the medium of a television program which interviews the children of famous parents. Each character is first spoken to by the interviewer before being inserted into the main storyline. It is not a case of telling each individual&#8217;s story, more how their acceptance into the family effects everybody&#8217;s life. This heart-warming story is full of both humor and sadness with stunning insights into the normalcy of the lives of the super-rich.</p>
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