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OLD TOOL - RESTORED TO HEALTH

For someone close to me who I'm helping because they're struggling.   A good old tool is strong and true   Honed and polished   Nurtured and loved   A good old tool is the sort to have   A good old tool     A good old tool is better than new   Balanced and reliable   Honest and dependable   A good old tool will not let you down   A good old tool     A dull old tool is tired and worn   Blunt and blemished   Abused and neglected   A dull old tool will rust and fail you   A dull old tool     A dull old tool doesn't need replacement   Polish it, sharpen it   Love and cherish it   A dull old tool with the proper care    Is  a good old tool  
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SOME WILL DIE - UPDATE

MY NEXT BOOK, SOME WILL DIE, IS FINISHED AND BEING EDITED. PUBLICATION IS NOW SCHEDULED FOR FEBRUARY 2026 SO WATCH OUT FOR FURTHER UPDATES. SEE THE PREVIOUS POST TO READ THE FIRST CHAPTER
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SOME WILL DIE

MY NEXT BOOK, SOME WILL DIE, IS NEARING COMPLETION. AS A TEASER READ THE FIRST CHAPTER POSTED BELOW Please note it is unedited so please excuse any errors. Publication is scheduled for January 2026
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MY WORDS

A sudden change had occurred. He felt it and it made him look. The passive crowd had adopted a restlessness that made him look from behind the stage high above the level of the audience, look over their heads all the way to the back. He could see a sea of shifting movement, a sort of shimmering, subtle but it was there. He noticed the constant hum, a low drumming vibration of mumbled, background words, louder shouts slowly gaining frequency. The gradually increasing volume suddenly captured him. He swung his gaze around the auditorium, sensed the moment was approaching whe n he would be able to utilise the passion of expectation and drive it upwards using words, carefully crafted words, powerful words prepared and presented in such a way to maximise effect, to mesmerise, almost hypnotise and for that the crowd’s fervour needed to be reaching its zenith, not quite at the summit but almost there. Timing had to be exact and that was the secret. He would let the expectation build a while...
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BOOKS TO READ

Are you looking for something to read? If you want something exciting, something different, something in a unique style then click on BOOKS TO BUY or the BOOKS TO BUY TAB. Books are only £1.99 - not much to pay for maybe getting a nice surprise.
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The Sunbed and a Margarita

Quite clearly the way forward was do as the boss said. There was no question. He was always right. Lucy Turnbull was not happy though. The system they were installing as far as she was concerned was defective. It left them vulnerable . They had significant value in client s’ funds that needed a very serious degree of protection. The system should have a built - in failsafe but didn’t . That surely was a mistake .            Lucy had worked at the solicitors for a good number of years. The office manager. Organising, arranging , dealing with the constant stream of contrary clients that fell through the door every day. The practice was large with around twenty - six legals , that’s how she referred to them, covering a vast array of fields. And all their support staff. They varied in competence. There were a few that were just simply a pain in the arse. The l egal side of their work was fine after all she did not get involved in that. T he admin...
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ON BEING NORMAL

How far back was I? I counted - third in line and tapping my foot. Slowly though; I was relaxed. Thinking, what the hell , it would take as long as it took. All I was doing was beating the time of the latest fill I was trying to master on the drums. My Rolands, up in the loft, where, with headphones on, I drummed all my hard rock heroes. It’s what I did anywhere I was waiting, run the latest groove through my head tapping my foot and flicking my fingers. I was concentrating hard; this one had a complicated s hift through the toms and ride cymbal.   Still third in line. Why? The guy up front at the checkout held a scowl of despair as he packed his bags with the precision of an OCD. I looked at the steamy fella behind him - there was trouble coming for sure. The man turned, his eyes missed the lady behind him and locked onto me. Why me and not the lady I’m not sure. Perhaps he thought the words he was going to use wouldn’t suit a sweet old lady. That’s when he said, over the lad...
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