We had made good time to Chichester and turned off the main road heading for Appledram Marina. Dad inserted his card pass and up went the barrier in robotic salute. There were few people out and about, but the clubhouse seemed to be well patronised. “Would you care for a snifter after your ordeal, Son?”...read more
A short walk brought us to Room 7 and after the young lady pressed a button, Aunt Win’s Welsh companion answered, confirmed admission and the door opened automatically. Upon being ushered in, both dad and I paused in the entrance vestibule, shell-shocked by what was indeed a spacious fully furnished apartment. Aunt Winifred was barely visible at the far side of the room next to a panoramic window overlooking the rolling Sussex countryside and the Parish church... read more
Perhaps Dr Pickle’s throw-away remark about going to school in my father’s academic robes had gone deep inside my sub-consciousness. I admired my father and tolerated his personal idiosyncrasies but was determined to make my own way in life, without any hint of nepotism.
I am not quite sure how my father had been drawn into sailing...read more
When our long-standing Headmaster, dear old Frobisher-James, retired in 1984, I was in what was still called the Lower Sixth. We heard on the grapevine that the Labour-run council had forced the governors to appoint a head-teacher of its choosing. He turned out to be a man with a social sciences degree from a red brick polytechnic in the back of beyond...read more
I was over the moon on reading my new school’s prospectus, which said it was adhering to its standards as a long-established Grammar School. I read up all about such schools and looked forward to my first day. When I asked my dad why he decided I should go there, he confessed he had planned to send me to boarding school...read more
I found my Christmas presents three years ago on the recessed top of my dad’s wardrobe, but the next Christmas, when I was coming up eight and growing taller, they’d decided to use the similar wardrobe in my mum’s bedroom. By the way, I had always taken their separate rooms as normal until I visited my school friends’ homes where games of ‘sardines’ or hide and seek revealed most parents shared a bedroom...read more
Although teaching us Greek, Nadine was really our housekeeper. At first I wondered if she might be the spinster from the embassy using a different name so I asked her outright one day if she was my real mother. She laughed at me and the expression on her face was enough but she felt the need to comfort me, “No Niko, I have no children but if I did I would have been proud to have one as handsome and bright as you.”
It was really just as well she cleared that up because I was feeling dreadfully guilty...read more
“Even at four I’d started to question how Santa could read a note that caught fire as it rose in the chimney. My dad said it was magic because the writing still showed and Santa had a special way to read it. I remember dad wrote ‘Nicholas’ on a piece of paper then burnt it to show me it was still possible to read my name. That pacified me for a while...read more
Discrete Reversal has won the voting and Harry the Louse has now been renamed. Here is the new cover and thank you to everyone for their input.
'Discrete Reversal' looks at two mature professional women’s quest for some latter-day romance in a tourist hotspot where, apparently by coincidence, they meet Harry a plausible Cretan businessman. Unknown to them Harry, who has been driven to the brink by the Greek debt crisis, has targeted them as part of his desperate summer activity to find and sweet talk a well-heeled ‘soft-touch’ woman out of her nest egg. The two women play-down their true occupations and Harry reckons either one of them could be the answer to his prayers. Yet has he bitten off more than he can chew?
Visit here to read more about the the book including extracts and pictures of the beautiful island of Crete
A reader contacted me saying she had read Harry the Louse on the recommendation of a friend and enjoyed it immensely. She said the reason she contacted me was that she would never have bought the book unprompted with such an unappealing title and felt others could also miss the opportunity of a good read.
She suggested one possible new title and other friends have helped me with a couple more and the three options I favour are here. Changing a book title is a one-off event so the more people that give their opinion the better.
To all those that respond, I will advise them personally the date on which the re-branded book will be offered free on Kindle.
You can find out more about the book here
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