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June 25, 2013
My Author’s Channel On Youtube
I now have a Youtube channel on which I will place videos of me reading my work. So far there are 3 videos all of me reading my poems but it is my intention to add to my channel over time. For my Youtube channel please visit http://www.youtube.com/user/101drewdog/videos. I hope you enjoy my videos, my books and the material on this blog.
Kevin
June 24, 2013
Kevin enjoying a pint at The Robuck pub.
This photograph was taken by my friend John. It shows my friend Brian and I, not forgetting my guide dog Trigger. I’d certainly recommend The Robuck, as my friends tell me it has wonderful views, and the beer was certainly excellent.
Kevin Morris reading his limerick ‘Beth’.
Beth by Kevin Morris.
Me reading my poem ‘Park after Rain’.
A recording of yours truly reading my poem ‘Park after Rain’.
Can anyone detect a Liverpool accent?
June 23, 2013
On Sitting At My Desk Hearing Traffick Pass
Listening to cars passing their engines lost in the distance never to return. Like seconds ticking the traffick moves inexorably onwards. What is the purpose? Why must I die and be forever lost in the emptiness of death?
The Joy of Housekeeping
I hate housekeeping and I’m not talking about housework although as it happens I dislike that also. I’m refering to the need to update the static content on my blog. While I enjoy blogging I find it a chore to update my About, My Books and My Reviews pages. It is a necessity but it’s importance makes it not one jot the more interesting! Oh well I’ll stop belly aching and get on with adding my collection of short stories, Sting In The Tail And Other Stories (http://www.amazon.com/Sting-tail-other-stories-ebook/dp/B00DFK6R54) to my static pages. Oh hold on a minute I fancy a nice soak in the bath not that I’m putting off the dreaded task you understand …
June 22, 2013
The Blackmailer Part 4
Below is the final part of my story, The Blackmailer. For Part 3 please visit http://newauthoronline.com/2013/06/15/the-blackmailer-part-3/
The doorbell rang. Charles put down the Daily Telegraph and went to answer it.
“Mr Meyers?”
“Yes. How can I help you officer?”
“I’m sergeant Colins and this is constable Payne. May we come in?”
“Of course” Charles said opening the front door wide to admit the two policemen. Charles lead the way into his study.
“Please take a seat. Can I offer either of you tea or coffee?”
“Do you know a Mr Thompson?” sergeant Colins asked disregarding Charles’s question.
“Yes he came to see me in my office yesterday” Charles replied.
“Why did he come to see you sir?”
“He claimed to have compromising pictures of me with a young lady and threatened to send them to my wife unless I paid him 500,000”.
“He was blackmailing you sir?”
“He tried but when I asked to see the photographs he refused to show them. I got suspicious. I don’t believe that there are any such photographs so I told him, pardon my language, to go and fuck himself”.
“What happened then?”
“He left saying that he would send the pictures to my wife”.
“How did you feel about that sir?”
“As I said I don’t believe there are any such pictures so I wasn’t overly concerned”.
“Blackmail is a crime. Why didn’t you report it to the police sir?”
Charles raised his eyes heavenwards
“Because I had no evidence. If I’d reported him he would have denyed it and given the lack of proof you gentlemen would, quite naturally have taken no further action. Why the interest in this Mr Thompson?”
“Where where you last night between 6 pm and around 12 am sir?”
“I was in the local village pub, the Fox and Hounds. I got there around 6:30 and I don’t know what time I got home but it must have been after midnight. Ah, I remember hearing the church clock chime midnight as I was walking home so it must have been just before 12 when I left”.
“Can anyone confirm that you where there sir?”
“What is this? I don’t like your tone sergeant, am I being accused of something?”
“Just answer the question sir”
“I got into a heated discussion with Bob Jones one of the biggest landowners around here. He was bemoaning the ban on hunting with hounds. I told him that I hate blood sports and he accused me of being a townie who didn’t understand the countryside. The landlord had to intervene as Bob had his fists clenched and was ready to clobber me! I’m not saying anything else until you tell me what is going on or if you won’t do that then I’ll be calling my lawyer”.
“There won’t be any necessity for that sir. Mr Thompson was found with his throat slit yesterday evening.” Charles’s expression didn’t change.
“You don’t look surprised sir?”
“Of course I’m shocked but a man like that must make a lot of enemies. I guess he must have tried blackmailing the wrong man or woman”.
“Indeed sir” the sergeant said dryly.
“I’m sure you will catch whoever is responsible” Charles said.
“Oh we will sir” the sergeant replied. He wasn’t at all convinced that they would be able to identify the perpetrator but he could not say so.
It had been a professional hit. There where no fingerprints in or around Mr Thompson’s home other than his own, those of his cleaning lady who was on holiday abroad so could be ruled out of the investigation and those of Amanda Jenkins who’s state of shock on finding the body appeared to be genuine. All documents had been shredded in Mr Thompson’s electric shredder and the remains burned on a bonfire in the garden outside. Even the best forensics would be unable to piece together anything from the smouldering embers. They had found Mr Thompson’s laptop or what was left of it strewn across the living room floor. Someone had taken a drill and a sledge hammer to the machine comprehensively destroying the hard drive and rendering the recovery of data literally impossible. The only leads the police had where the list of calls made by Mr Thompson. His mobile had gone the same way as the laptop but constable Payne had been able to obtain a list of numbers called from Thompson’s telephone provider. There where many numbers and plenty of leads to be followed up, however Colins had a gut feeling that they weren’t going to solve this one. Everyone they had interviewed had a motive for wanting Mr Thompson six feet under but all of them had cast iron alibis. Sergeant Colins sighed
“Thank you for your time sir, I don’t think that we need detain you any more”.
“Charles lead the way to the front door.
“Any plans for the rest of the day sir?” the sergeant asked.
“Oh I’m off into London in an hour to meet a friend for a drink”
“Well enjoy your drink sir. I hope you are taking the train and not your car?”
“Of course sergeant I’ll be taking the train” Charles said smiling, “Goodbye gentlemen” he said closing the door behind them.
Charles glanced at his watch. He would have to leave soon in order to be on time for his appointment with big Jed one of Croydon’s most notorious gangsters. He hated dealing with such people, they where thugs but Charles knew that the world was imperfect and that Big Jed was expecting payment for the little business Charles had asked him to conduct on his behalf.
The end
Thought Provoking
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons
than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment
us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”
I came across the above while browsing the blog Economics for Morons http://economicsformorons.wordpress.com/ and on using trusty old Google discovered that C S Lewis is it’s author. Thought provoking …
June 20, 2013
The Dismal Science
On Monday I attended the first part of a course on economics. The course was offered free to people in the organisation I work for and, knowing little about the subject I decided to attend.
One of the arguments advanced by the lecturer was that the value of things lessens the more of them we possess. So, for example many of us find it useful to own several pairs of shoes as it is helpful to be able to alternate them. However the more shoes we own the less value they possess as we can not possibly wear 20 pairs (or more) on a regular basis (no jokes please about ladies who have wardrobes full of shoes)!
It struck me that the argument holds good for shoes and many other consumables, however I do not feel that it holds water as regards books. For the lover of literature the more books one owns the greater the joy as one has more works in which to lose oneself. Merely possessing a small number of books would drive the average book lover to distraction.
When I raised this point with the lecturer his response was that one can only read so many books. Indeed one can but I still can’t help thinking that economics, while it undoubtedly has it’s uses falls down when applied to matters pertaining to culture. Not everything is susceptible of economic analysis thank the lord!
