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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>Last Tango</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2021 00:40:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The edge of the door came closer but now the control of the crowd was breaking and the order of earlier was slipping away and people were pushing in front of her. Then Rabbi Ariel spoke to them severely and they listened to him. Angel knew that he had believed her earlier but he was over eighty and almost crippled by arthritis so he was hardly going to be able to jump from a train.

Then at last she was at the door and she pulled it back against its lock. A good two inches let her feel the blast of air and she gulped it thankfully but already she had the handle of the bucket in her hand and she eased it through the crack and reached for the latch. Angel had studied the latch on the door when they had been bundling them inside but it was only designed to keep cattle in and it was easy. She caught it first try with the handle and the door slid open to reveal the rushing darkness outside.

‘What are you doing?’ a man demanded.

‘I’m jumping from the train,’ she said loudly. ‘If anybody else wants to join me now’s your chance.’

‘You’ll be killed,’ said a woman. ‘Don’t be so stupid.’

‘I’ve done it before, if you relax and roll you should be okay,’ she said.

‘We’ll all be punished for letting you escape,’ said the woman. ‘Don’t let her go.’ And immediately strong arms were holding her from behind.

‘Just lock the door after me,’ she said not bothering to struggle, the man holding her was too strong. ‘They won’t check the individual cars.’

‘No!’ shouted a man and others were agreeing with him now and Angel could see her chance slipping away.

‘Let the child go,’ came Rabbi Ariel’s wonderful voice…a voice that had once captivated a synagogue. ‘I said let her go!’ The hands holding her slipped away.

She looked at him and nodded.

‘Go my child and may God protect you,’ he said. ‘Quickly now, the train is slowing for a bend.’

‘And God be with you all,’ she said and arms wrapped around her head she hurled herself into the darkness.

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is the follow-up to <em>Dancing With The Enemy</em> the faction book about the children’s resistance group on Jersey during World War Two. The end of the war has finally arrived and Rex, Susan and David have survived and are feted by the security services of the British Army, if not by their parents. But Rex is only interested in one thing…what has happened to Marianna? He gets a boat to France and starts searching for her but is quickly interned by the American Army in Fresnes the very prison Marianna was taken to. Susan and David are furious at being left behind and chase after him but are just too late as they arrive at the prison just after Rex has escaped…but Rex has discovered that a girl escaped from the train taking her to a concentration camp and nothing is going to stop him finding out if it was Marianna!</p>
<p>All the characters in this book are based on real people and all the events that happen are true. The buildings, camps, prisons and other locations are all exactly as they were in 1945!</p>
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		<title>Defeat of the Kraal</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2021 00:32:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Lorrinda banged her staff of office on the ground to bring everyone to order and everybody fell silent, even the Probationers stopped whispering among themselves impressed at the seriousness of the occasion.

‘Kimba,’ said Lorrinda in her serious voice, ‘you have made the complaint, step into the ring.’ Kimba drew her sword, laid it on the ground and stepped forward into the sandy circle facing the five council members who were sitting on a half-circle of rocks which had been covered with sheepskins.

‘Who is it you wish to make a complaint against?’ said Lorrinda.

‘Tom,’ she said clearly.

‘Step into the ring please Tom,’ said Lorrinda putting the please in because it was Tom. Tom laid his sword of office on the ground and stepped in alongside Kimba. He gave her a smile but she wouldn’t look at him.

‘Name your complaint,’ said Lorrinda.

‘Well, as you all know we’ve been tasked to find any mines or quarries still working,’ said Kimba. ‘It hasn’t been easy, all the Kraal have retreated into the Citadel and we have been out for weeks!’ She took a look around at the huge circle of staring eyes and took a deep breath her anger driving her on: ‘My party finally found a mine right up in the North, twenty miles away or more…it was perfect, just what we had all been looking for.’

‘Yes, we all know this,’ said Lorrinda. ‘What’s your complaint?’

‘Well, Tom and Jessica are leading a party against them tomorrow and they have refused to let me even come along…not to lead it but to even come along!’ she thrilled. ‘They are not even taking my group!’

‘We can’t take your group if you’re not there to lead them,’ sighed Tom, ‘they won’t respond to me as they do to you…we are taking our own groups because it is safer.’

‘Well, let me lead them in then!’ snapped Kimba. ‘You can come along. My group knows exactly where the mine is and we’ve thoroughly reconnoitred the whole area. It should be us!’

‘Are we really going to do this?’ demanded Tom. ‘There isn’t a person here who doesn’t know why we won’t let you go.’]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The fifth in this popular series and now the Vadors have really grown to nearly a thousand and are beating the Kraal on all fronts. But now comes the real challenge, can they take the Citadel? And then what for the Vadors? For Tom and Jessica? For Kimba and Mac? For all the children who have been fighting for so long? Do they settle for a mundane, safe life?</p>
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		<title>Children of the Kraal</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2020 01:05:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jessica gave a shrug, one way was as good as any other and she stepped forward and immediately sank into the ground up to her knees.

'Aaah!'  She started to struggle.  'Keep back Tom, freeze ... it's a Tessaa.'

Tessaa.  A harmless toadstool until the Kraal had messed around with it.  Now it was huge, could be twenty metres across, and it would lie in wait for weeks, working for the Kraal.  If you stepped on it, it was like stepping into very thick honey, you would stick fast and sink, very very slowly.  You could struggle, even pull a leg free, though it took a great deal of effort, but you always got another limb stuck as you did so.  It would get harder and harder to pull yourself out and you would get more and more exhausted until you collapsed and sank right into the Tessaa.  The only real hope you had was if the Kraal saved you.

Jessica was fighting like a mad woman.  She had a chance because she wasn't far from the edge.  She heaved desperately on one leg and reluctantly it slid out of the clinging, sucking mass, but she had nowhere to put it but back down into the mire again; but now she was half a metre closer to solid ground.  A Tessaa had another bad habit, it was very loud and now it started its: <em>Hoo!  Hoo!  Hoo!</em>  The deep throaty cry that was telling the Kraal it had caught someone.  Tom stood right at the edge stretching out his hand but she was still too far out of reach.  She was still fighting, though, just as strongly. It hurt, fighting a Tessaa, it stuck so fast it nearly took your skin off, but Jessica didn't seem to notice.

Tom reached for his grapnel and tossed the rope end to her.  She grabbed it and he started a strong pull, leaning his body against the strain.  At first nothing seemed to be happening then slowly, oh so slowly, she started oozing towards him.

'Come on Jess,' he urged.  'Pull.'

'Walk away with it,' she gasped.  'Use your body weight to pull me out ...'  She broke off staring past him.  He caught her gaze and whirled around: a Hunter Kraal was standing only metres away.  If a Kraal could grin this one would be grinning now.

'That's it Tom, forget it,' she said, standing upright.  She tossed the free end of the rope to him.  'You make for the Homestead now.'

'Don't be daft, you're nearly free.'

'No, it's only waiting for me to come closer and it'll get us both in its catch-net,' and her voice was absolutely level.  Tom glanced at the Kraal again, it was true, it had its net-launcher in its hand but it wasn't using it.

'I can't just leave you,' he said.

'No!  Got your bow?'

'Of course.'  He unslung the bow from his shoulder.

'Shoot me.'  She tapped her chest.  'Here ... quickly now.'

'What?  No!'

'Come on Tom.  Do it!  Don't leave me for the Kraal.'

'No, they'll only capture you.'

'That's why, now shoot me damn you!' and for the first time her voice rose in desperation.

'No!'  He slung the bow back on his shoulder.

'Well, clear off then, you wimp!' she cried.]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A very fast paced Sc Fi novel by a bestselling author. Set in the future mankind has nearly destroyed itself in nuclear wars giving the Kraal (Sasquatch and The Yeti) chance to take over the world. Mankind is enslaved and forced to work for the Kraal until a band of children, led by Jessica, escape and fight back. Jessica is an amazing leader who hates the Kraal so much that she screams when she fights them! Her second in command, Tom, is quiet and serious and a foil for the other girls in the band. The novel is packed with action but concentrates more on the personalities of the children who have to learn to form a society without the guidance of adults, how to organize, to establish discipline and all the problems of relationships and sex. A heartwarming novel with many nail biting scenes and some very tragic moments.</p>
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