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August 21, 2015
I'm back (once again)
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Ten days off on my hols, and now it's back to normal life.
The week leading up to our camping expedition, sorry holiday, was like the build up to most holidays, quite a stressful time. It doesn't matter what type of holiday you are looking forward too, you still have the suitcases out the weeks before you go with items placed inside ad-hock as they are thought about. Slowly they fill up and the closer the date for travelling arrives the more you find you keep double checking with each other, 'have you packed this, or have you booked that?' The travel list is never ending and when you go camping there's twice as many items to pack, and thus twice as must to worry about.
I had to get the tent out and spread it over the back lawn because we have had a family of mice living in our garage who for some reason seems to like chewing holes in the most unusual things. I kept dreading putting the tent up on site only to find holes all over the canopy roof. There were no holes thankfully although my wife has had great joy in using an old fashion mousetrap to catch three of them, and our cat has taken two as well; so I think the mouse family are no more. I was quite happy to leave them where they where and as nature intended until I had seen some of the damage they had caused to camping chairs and other various items.
We had so much to take we needed use of the Mother-in-law and her car which was full to the roof alongside ours. Once packed we headed for North Norfolk to Forest Park which is about a 45 minute drive away from where we live. We decided to stay in the U.K this year with all the trouble happening in various tourist destinations in the Mediterranean region.
We arrived at 3 pm and by 5 pm the tent was up and everything unpacked.
The Mother-in-law brought Pippin the dog who took great delight in trying to help with the erection of the tent, but other than some help by my son it was mainly daddies sweat that got the tent up, and livable. Once everyone was settled my day hadn't ended because next it was time for food and that could only mean one thing, barbecue. It was the least we could do for the Mother-in-law. So out come the charcoal and a can of beer for the chief, which was me.
As the wine flowed and the sausage sizzled I had my shorts on, and the sun on my back. The children and Pippin were running free and the ladies were soaking up the last rays of the day as they sat happily in the deck chairs chatting. It was at this point you take a moment out to think about all the previous weeks hassle, and tension, and if it was worth all the stress? But like I say there is always a but, if it had been pouring with rain, and blowing a gale, then we would have all been huddled in the tent. I wouldn't like to think what the mood would have been like then, but on this occasions it wasn't raining. There was just an amazing sun set.
And on an occasion like this the answer was yes. Yes it was worth all the hassle, but their was a little question that popped into my head. Would the good times last throughout our holiday?
Stay tuned to find out.
Regards
Mark
Links to purchase my booksFRENZY on Amazon U.KDOOM on Amazon U.KFRENZY on Amazon U.S.ADOOM om Amazon U.S.AFRENZY on Amazon GermanyDOOM on Amazon GermanyFRENZY on Amazon CanadaDOOM on Amazon CanadaFRENZY on Amazon India Frenzy for the rest of the worldMark King on Goodreads.FRENZY Facebook PageEmail markkingtheauthor@gmail.comTwitter@author_king
Ten days off on my hols, and now it's back to normal life.
The week leading up to our camping expedition, sorry holiday, was like the build up to most holidays, quite a stressful time. It doesn't matter what type of holiday you are looking forward too, you still have the suitcases out the weeks before you go with items placed inside ad-hock as they are thought about. Slowly they fill up and the closer the date for travelling arrives the more you find you keep double checking with each other, 'have you packed this, or have you booked that?' The travel list is never ending and when you go camping there's twice as many items to pack, and thus twice as must to worry about.
I had to get the tent out and spread it over the back lawn because we have had a family of mice living in our garage who for some reason seems to like chewing holes in the most unusual things. I kept dreading putting the tent up on site only to find holes all over the canopy roof. There were no holes thankfully although my wife has had great joy in using an old fashion mousetrap to catch three of them, and our cat has taken two as well; so I think the mouse family are no more. I was quite happy to leave them where they where and as nature intended until I had seen some of the damage they had caused to camping chairs and other various items.
We had so much to take we needed use of the Mother-in-law and her car which was full to the roof alongside ours. Once packed we headed for North Norfolk to Forest Park which is about a 45 minute drive away from where we live. We decided to stay in the U.K this year with all the trouble happening in various tourist destinations in the Mediterranean region.
We arrived at 3 pm and by 5 pm the tent was up and everything unpacked.
The Mother-in-law brought Pippin the dog who took great delight in trying to help with the erection of the tent, but other than some help by my son it was mainly daddies sweat that got the tent up, and livable. Once everyone was settled my day hadn't ended because next it was time for food and that could only mean one thing, barbecue. It was the least we could do for the Mother-in-law. So out come the charcoal and a can of beer for the chief, which was me.
As the wine flowed and the sausage sizzled I had my shorts on, and the sun on my back. The children and Pippin were running free and the ladies were soaking up the last rays of the day as they sat happily in the deck chairs chatting. It was at this point you take a moment out to think about all the previous weeks hassle, and tension, and if it was worth all the stress? But like I say there is always a but, if it had been pouring with rain, and blowing a gale, then we would have all been huddled in the tent. I wouldn't like to think what the mood would have been like then, but on this occasions it wasn't raining. There was just an amazing sun set.
And on an occasion like this the answer was yes. Yes it was worth all the hassle, but their was a little question that popped into my head. Would the good times last throughout our holiday?
Stay tuned to find out.
Regards
Mark
August 3, 2015
Where is the sun?
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The school holidays are bounding along and with this my writing has come to a juddering stop. But life goes on and this month my new book Daniel Jones Doom the sequel to Frenzy a Daniel Jones Story has been nominated for the People's Book Awards. The link is below and for all my followers around the world you can vote for it checking out the bottom of the page.
Now the school holidays are here the family will be off soon for a week of camping under the stars. last year we had the pleasure of holidaying in Tunisia, but after the terrible events when all those poor innocent people were gunned down by a lone madman this option is now closed. With all the events going on in Greece with the country on the brink of bankruptcy, the banks shut for so long and riots in the streets this was another option that didn't flick my switch. With travel warnings for parts of Turkey and for Egypt the Mediterranean seems a lot less safer than spending our holiday time in North Norfolk.
The only thing we should have to worry about in North Norfolk hopefully is the weather! As long as the sun is shinning there should be plenty of fun to have on the beach, and the local attractions. So while I'm away I hope you can find the time to vote for Daniel Jones Doom, and when I return there will be a full update on the holiday fun.
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SearchMain menuSkip to primary contentHomeVoting, BooksNominations, BooksVoting, Author ServicesWinnersMenuPost navigation← PreviousNext →Daniel Jones DOOMPosted on July 25, 2015 by Easy Form5.00 / 5 53 votes, 5.00 avg. rating (98% score)Click the stars to vote!Daniel Jones DOOM by Mark KingPrinted Book
Daniel’s peaceful life has been destroyed after discovering the hideous truth about the Over-seers – the new masters of humanity. Hiding in centuries-old flint mines from Hunters and from the terrifying Triclops machines, Daniel’s recurring nightmares lead him, once more, into danger. With mankind brainwashed under the false hope of a glorious new life in the Achievement Centre, he must return home through a devastated landscape to save his father
from certain death.Daniel reunites with two fellow fugitives – Mary and her young companion Gwendolyn – to undertake a rescue mission so dangerous that death is the only guarantee. Is it too late for Daniel’s family or is it too late for humanity itself? Daniel Jones DOOM, the exciting new sequel to FRENZY a Daniel Jones Story, is another fast-paced, engrossing chronicle of three rebels who once again risk their lives in a vividly depicted world peopled by memorable new and known characters. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Daniel-Jones-Doom-Mark-King/dp/1781331200/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1437842789&sr=8-1&keywords=daniel+jones+doom SHARE THIS:ShareThis entry was posted in Book by Easy Form. Bookmark the permalink
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The school holidays are bounding along and with this my writing has come to a juddering stop. But life goes on and this month my new book Daniel Jones Doom the sequel to Frenzy a Daniel Jones Story has been nominated for the People's Book Awards. The link is below and for all my followers around the world you can vote for it checking out the bottom of the page.
Now the school holidays are here the family will be off soon for a week of camping under the stars. last year we had the pleasure of holidaying in Tunisia, but after the terrible events when all those poor innocent people were gunned down by a lone madman this option is now closed. With all the events going on in Greece with the country on the brink of bankruptcy, the banks shut for so long and riots in the streets this was another option that didn't flick my switch. With travel warnings for parts of Turkey and for Egypt the Mediterranean seems a lot less safer than spending our holiday time in North Norfolk.
The only thing we should have to worry about in North Norfolk hopefully is the weather! As long as the sun is shinning there should be plenty of fun to have on the beach, and the local attractions. So while I'm away I hope you can find the time to vote for Daniel Jones Doom, and when I return there will be a full update on the holiday fun.
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SearchMain menuSkip to primary contentHomeVoting, BooksNominations, BooksVoting, Author ServicesWinnersMenuPost navigation← PreviousNext →Daniel Jones DOOMPosted on July 25, 2015 by Easy Form5.00 / 5 53 votes, 5.00 avg. rating (98% score)Click the stars to vote!Daniel Jones DOOM by Mark KingPrinted Book
Daniel’s peaceful life has been destroyed after discovering the hideous truth about the Over-seers – the new masters of humanity. Hiding in centuries-old flint mines from Hunters and from the terrifying Triclops machines, Daniel’s recurring nightmares lead him, once more, into danger. With mankind brainwashed under the false hope of a glorious new life in the Achievement Centre, he must return home through a devastated landscape to save his fatherfrom certain death.Daniel reunites with two fellow fugitives – Mary and her young companion Gwendolyn – to undertake a rescue mission so dangerous that death is the only guarantee. Is it too late for Daniel’s family or is it too late for humanity itself? Daniel Jones DOOM, the exciting new sequel to FRENZY a Daniel Jones Story, is another fast-paced, engrossing chronicle of three rebels who once again risk their lives in a vividly depicted world peopled by memorable new and known characters. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Daniel-Jones-Doom-Mark-King/dp/1781331200/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1437842789&sr=8-1&keywords=daniel+jones+doom SHARE THIS:ShareThis entry was posted in Book by Easy Form. Bookmark the permalink
July 20, 2015
End of Term
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The last two weeks of term before the schools brake up in the U.K for the summer holidays are very hectic times. This year especially as my daughter is leaving her Primary School for High School.
It started with two different sports days and the parents gathered on the sports pitch hoping the rain would stay away.
Sports Day
Then there was the end of year summer dance show for my daughter at the Hollywood in Norwich. Once again parents, their siblings and grand parents gathered, and waited eagerly, for the show to start.
Dance Show
Then it was back to the school for two end of year parent assemblies plus the leavers show. One event after the other and for the mothers a very competitive environment because everyone of them wanted to be on the front row. This then involved having to get to these events at least half an hour before they started, and like the title of my blog it felt I was just always-hanging-around.
School Assembly
Our mantle piece is covered with certificates galore and medals that were presented to the children for all their hard work, and commitment, throughout the year. For some mothers no matter how many awards their little darlings get it's never enough. They would chatter among themselves. 'Well why didn't my little Johnny get this award or my little girl get that medal?'
Scout and Beavers weekend Camp
The last awards were given out at the end of the local Scout/Beaver group weekend camping. All the parents gathered at 12 pm on Sunday lunch time to collect their little ones, but all there was to see were empty tents. The troop had gone off on a hike and were no where to be seen. So once again we were hanging around, but it was worth it. All the children loved it and plenty of badges were given out. With the ones my daughter got from her Guides Group their gran-mother is going to be kept busy sowing them all onto the children's uniforms.
So another school year is over and all for a lot of my readers from around the world, from the U.S.A to the U.K to Russia, India and Africa, millions of parents will be going through the same frenzied events, and hopefully like me you will have enjoyed every moment, and been truly grateful for having the chance to experience it.
Regards
Mark
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The last two weeks of term before the schools brake up in the U.K for the summer holidays are very hectic times. This year especially as my daughter is leaving her Primary School for High School.
It started with two different sports days and the parents gathered on the sports pitch hoping the rain would stay away.
Sports Day
Then there was the end of year summer dance show for my daughter at the Hollywood in Norwich. Once again parents, their siblings and grand parents gathered, and waited eagerly, for the show to start.
Dance Show
Then it was back to the school for two end of year parent assemblies plus the leavers show. One event after the other and for the mothers a very competitive environment because everyone of them wanted to be on the front row. This then involved having to get to these events at least half an hour before they started, and like the title of my blog it felt I was just always-hanging-around.
School Assembly
Our mantle piece is covered with certificates galore and medals that were presented to the children for all their hard work, and commitment, throughout the year. For some mothers no matter how many awards their little darlings get it's never enough. They would chatter among themselves. 'Well why didn't my little Johnny get this award or my little girl get that medal?'
Scout and Beavers weekend Camp
The last awards were given out at the end of the local Scout/Beaver group weekend camping. All the parents gathered at 12 pm on Sunday lunch time to collect their little ones, but all there was to see were empty tents. The troop had gone off on a hike and were no where to be seen. So once again we were hanging around, but it was worth it. All the children loved it and plenty of badges were given out. With the ones my daughter got from her Guides Group their gran-mother is going to be kept busy sowing them all onto the children's uniforms.
So another school year is over and all for a lot of my readers from around the world, from the U.S.A to the U.K to Russia, India and Africa, millions of parents will be going through the same frenzied events, and hopefully like me you will have enjoyed every moment, and been truly grateful for having the chance to experience it.
Regards
Mark
July 12, 2015
Emotional goodbyes
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The previous Sunday was the last service for Fr Barry the rector of the local parish church who is retiring. The building was packed with some people having to stand. The full choir were present including the juniors.
A spread of food, cakes and drinks were ready at the back of the church for everyone to celebrate the event. This is what Fr Barry wanted, the whole event to be a celebration, but after being the parish priest for ten years it's very hard to say goodbye to someone you have got to know over that time, and not feel emotional about it.
I can honestly say he is one of the nicest people I have ever met, and someone who truly believed in the message he wanted to pass onto others. With his wife Diane by his side they made a lovely couple that brought the community together with a warmth, and belief, that was infectious.
He will be missed.
The previous day my son had been boating on the Norfolk Broads with his Beaver group. One of the volunteers of his group is Mrs King, although we share the same surname we are not related. She is also a server at the Church and also a teacher at my children's primary school where Fr Barry took a weekly assembly. The weather on the Saturday was just gorgeous although it rained on the Sunday. Fr Barry made a joke about it during his sermon because it was raining on the very first day he turned up.
I took my swimmers along with me and a picnic for the family. During the breaks from boating my daughter and son swam with me in the broads while the wife took pictures on the side. I tried to entice her in, but she was quite happy to just soak up the sun. Mrs King was there with her usual enthusiasm alongside the other Beaver and Scout helpers. It was a busy weekend because on the Sunday my son's football team were playing in a major football tournament organised by Norwich City Football in the Community .
My Mother-in-Law had volunteered to take him in the morning, and we joined them afterwards when we had said our final emotional goodbyes to Fr Barry and his wife after the service. Because of the heavy rain we had received a call requesting us to bring coats for the other men who voluntary run the football team.
That's what makes a great community, volunteers! People who give their own time and resources freely to others without asking, or expecting anything back in return. This is the simple message of friendship that shone from Fr Barry like a beacon in a dark world, and I give thanks that I have been lucky to experience this, and to Fr Barry.
Regards
Mark
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The previous Sunday was the last service for Fr Barry the rector of the local parish church who is retiring. The building was packed with some people having to stand. The full choir were present including the juniors.
A spread of food, cakes and drinks were ready at the back of the church for everyone to celebrate the event. This is what Fr Barry wanted, the whole event to be a celebration, but after being the parish priest for ten years it's very hard to say goodbye to someone you have got to know over that time, and not feel emotional about it.
I can honestly say he is one of the nicest people I have ever met, and someone who truly believed in the message he wanted to pass onto others. With his wife Diane by his side they made a lovely couple that brought the community together with a warmth, and belief, that was infectious.
He will be missed.
The previous day my son had been boating on the Norfolk Broads with his Beaver group. One of the volunteers of his group is Mrs King, although we share the same surname we are not related. She is also a server at the Church and also a teacher at my children's primary school where Fr Barry took a weekly assembly. The weather on the Saturday was just gorgeous although it rained on the Sunday. Fr Barry made a joke about it during his sermon because it was raining on the very first day he turned up.
I took my swimmers along with me and a picnic for the family. During the breaks from boating my daughter and son swam with me in the broads while the wife took pictures on the side. I tried to entice her in, but she was quite happy to just soak up the sun. Mrs King was there with her usual enthusiasm alongside the other Beaver and Scout helpers. It was a busy weekend because on the Sunday my son's football team were playing in a major football tournament organised by Norwich City Football in the Community .
My Mother-in-Law had volunteered to take him in the morning, and we joined them afterwards when we had said our final emotional goodbyes to Fr Barry and his wife after the service. Because of the heavy rain we had received a call requesting us to bring coats for the other men who voluntary run the football team.
That's what makes a great community, volunteers! People who give their own time and resources freely to others without asking, or expecting anything back in return. This is the simple message of friendship that shone from Fr Barry like a beacon in a dark world, and I give thanks that I have been lucky to experience this, and to Fr Barry.
Regards
Mark
July 5, 2015
Jolly Boys day out
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It's been nearly three weeks since I posted my last comments on life. The only reason I haven't kept to my weekly format was because I couldn't make up my mind on what subject to write about. It wasn't a case of writers block, but the total opposite, it was a case of writers over load. There has been so much going on over the last three weeks every time I started to write I would change my mind, and start all over again.
First there was the Jolly Boys day out.
The date had been set and the message went out. Jolly Boys day out. Meet at 10.30 for breakfast then a visit to the seaside for a day of drinking, reminiscing, laughing and more importantly friendship. Every year during the close season when there is no football my friends and I meet up for a day out during the weekend.
So on Saturday people started to gather at the Queen of the Iceni public house on Riverside in Norwich for a full English Breakfast, and a pint. That was a bit to early for me so I hopped on the bus and arrived at midday at the pub. By 12.30 we were on the train to Gt Yarmouth.
The weather was overcast and it was just warm enough to get away with wearing a light jacket, but rain had been forecast. I wasn't so bothered about the weather because one thing that does amuse me is how wrong the professionals are at predicting what the weather is going to be like in the U.K from one day to another. It costs millions upon millions of pounds to run the Met-office with even more spent on the latest computing power, and time and time again they get it wrong. Every Sunday evening you watch the seven day forecast and then every day there after it changes quicker than the weather itself. All you can guarantee is that what the weather professional-men say, and what happens in the real world are two totally different things. I just think it's pure fiction most of the time.
I had planned to take some photo's on my phone of the day out at some of the various pubs we visited, but I enjoyed myself so much it slipped my mind. All week people who were there have posted pictures on Facebook.
After such a good time there were two events that brought me down to earth. The two terrible killings that took place in America and Tunisia. Both of these horrible acts were carried out in the name of race and religion, but in fact were carried out in the name of evil. The attack in Tunisia which resulted in the deaths of thirty British people felt personal to me because last year I wrote a post here about our family holiday in the very same resort. There was a picture on the news with the gun man walking the very same beach that my family and I used to sit on.
The following Friday I went on a school trip with my son to the Tower of London and as we sat together on the coach I couldn't but help look at him, and think how lucky I was.
Although the trip wasn't as easy as I expected it to be. I thought it would be a good thing for daddy/son bonding, and by the amount of other fathers that were on the two coaches, they thought the same thing. We left my children's primary school at 7.30 in the morning and as we drove down the A11 trunk road to London we suddenly pulled up just south of Thetford. After twenty minutes with both coaches parked up, and blocking one lane, we were informed the other coach had broken down and could go no further. Our coach carried on its course, but within ten minutes the boy sitting behind us had a terrible nose bleed which had stopped by the time we reached Birchhanger services near Stanstead Airport. But by then another boy had fallen ill with travel sickness, and had to be left at the services with his adult cousin while his family had to drive all the way there to pick him up.
Never mind I though went we got back on the road , at least we are moving! That was until we got into London. At the Blackwell tunnel the traffic came to a standstill and we were stuck for nearly an hour. With all the London pollution being pumped around the coach by its air-conditioning system children were being sick left, right and centre, and a bucket was passed from parent to parent. In the end with nearly a mile still to go it was decided that everyone would get off the coach and walk the rest of the way. By then it was midday and the sun had come out making it the hottest day of the year so far in the U.K. When everyone got to Tower Bridge we were all flagging.
What was most surprising about the whole adventure was when we arrived at the Tower of London. The other coach load of children and parents were there waiting for us. The teachers had been in contact and so took a different route into London after their replacement coach turned up. You can now get to London from Norwich in 90 minutes, but on this occasion it took five hours.
Never mind it was still a great day out. My son got to see the Crown Jewels and the White Tower which is very similar to Norwich Castle (Although ours is better.)
By four in the afternoon we all met up before heading back to the coach. Although we didn't spend too much time there it was was enough for both my son and I, especially in the heat. London is a great place to visit, but Norwich is an even better place to live. we have a history as rich as London, and a cultural scene that is as vibrant, but what we don't have in Norwich is children being sick because of the pollution.
Regards
Mark
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It's been nearly three weeks since I posted my last comments on life. The only reason I haven't kept to my weekly format was because I couldn't make up my mind on what subject to write about. It wasn't a case of writers block, but the total opposite, it was a case of writers over load. There has been so much going on over the last three weeks every time I started to write I would change my mind, and start all over again.
First there was the Jolly Boys day out.
The date had been set and the message went out. Jolly Boys day out. Meet at 10.30 for breakfast then a visit to the seaside for a day of drinking, reminiscing, laughing and more importantly friendship. Every year during the close season when there is no football my friends and I meet up for a day out during the weekend.
So on Saturday people started to gather at the Queen of the Iceni public house on Riverside in Norwich for a full English Breakfast, and a pint. That was a bit to early for me so I hopped on the bus and arrived at midday at the pub. By 12.30 we were on the train to Gt Yarmouth.
The weather was overcast and it was just warm enough to get away with wearing a light jacket, but rain had been forecast. I wasn't so bothered about the weather because one thing that does amuse me is how wrong the professionals are at predicting what the weather is going to be like in the U.K from one day to another. It costs millions upon millions of pounds to run the Met-office with even more spent on the latest computing power, and time and time again they get it wrong. Every Sunday evening you watch the seven day forecast and then every day there after it changes quicker than the weather itself. All you can guarantee is that what the weather professional-men say, and what happens in the real world are two totally different things. I just think it's pure fiction most of the time.
I had planned to take some photo's on my phone of the day out at some of the various pubs we visited, but I enjoyed myself so much it slipped my mind. All week people who were there have posted pictures on Facebook.
After such a good time there were two events that brought me down to earth. The two terrible killings that took place in America and Tunisia. Both of these horrible acts were carried out in the name of race and religion, but in fact were carried out in the name of evil. The attack in Tunisia which resulted in the deaths of thirty British people felt personal to me because last year I wrote a post here about our family holiday in the very same resort. There was a picture on the news with the gun man walking the very same beach that my family and I used to sit on.
The following Friday I went on a school trip with my son to the Tower of London and as we sat together on the coach I couldn't but help look at him, and think how lucky I was.
Although the trip wasn't as easy as I expected it to be. I thought it would be a good thing for daddy/son bonding, and by the amount of other fathers that were on the two coaches, they thought the same thing. We left my children's primary school at 7.30 in the morning and as we drove down the A11 trunk road to London we suddenly pulled up just south of Thetford. After twenty minutes with both coaches parked up, and blocking one lane, we were informed the other coach had broken down and could go no further. Our coach carried on its course, but within ten minutes the boy sitting behind us had a terrible nose bleed which had stopped by the time we reached Birchhanger services near Stanstead Airport. But by then another boy had fallen ill with travel sickness, and had to be left at the services with his adult cousin while his family had to drive all the way there to pick him up.
Never mind I though went we got back on the road , at least we are moving! That was until we got into London. At the Blackwell tunnel the traffic came to a standstill and we were stuck for nearly an hour. With all the London pollution being pumped around the coach by its air-conditioning system children were being sick left, right and centre, and a bucket was passed from parent to parent. In the end with nearly a mile still to go it was decided that everyone would get off the coach and walk the rest of the way. By then it was midday and the sun had come out making it the hottest day of the year so far in the U.K. When everyone got to Tower Bridge we were all flagging.
What was most surprising about the whole adventure was when we arrived at the Tower of London. The other coach load of children and parents were there waiting for us. The teachers had been in contact and so took a different route into London after their replacement coach turned up. You can now get to London from Norwich in 90 minutes, but on this occasion it took five hours.
Never mind it was still a great day out. My son got to see the Crown Jewels and the White Tower which is very similar to Norwich Castle (Although ours is better.)
By four in the afternoon we all met up before heading back to the coach. Although we didn't spend too much time there it was was enough for both my son and I, especially in the heat. London is a great place to visit, but Norwich is an even better place to live. we have a history as rich as London, and a cultural scene that is as vibrant, but what we don't have in Norwich is children being sick because of the pollution.
Regards
Mark
June 15, 2015
The volunteers
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If the week is busy enough then most weekends are just manic in the King Household. There always seem to be a frenzy of activity that keeps the doom away. Just like Daniel Jones the hero in my series of books, every time I think one challenge is over another event pops up. Although I'm not complaining because for most people life is hectic on a day to day bases especially if you have young children. This is why I do appreciate it when other people give up their spare time to volunteer for groups and clubs that children enjoy.
Last Saturday was the end of season fair and prize giving for my son's local football club. This club brings so much enjoyment to so many boys, and girls, who love playing football (soccer to my American readers). The club is run totally by volunteers with no external funding other than money that is raised by the club. The above picture shows some of the dedicated people who give up their precious spare time almost every week so my son can enjoy, learn and grow in a safe sporting environment. At the end of the day all the coaches lined up so the children could whip themselves into a frenzy of fun with the annual soak the coaches event where they get the chance to soak them with wet sponges. All that hard work the coaches put in throughout the year, and at the end of it they drenched.
Then the next day my son's football team played at a football tournament hosted by Catton Juniors Football club. It's a major feat of organisation, and I must say very well run too. It's a two day event involving hundreds of junior players of all ages. It took a lot of volunteers to make it run successfully, and safely, and was a credit to every single person involved. There were food tents, a beer tent, First Aid tent, bouncy castles, car park marshals, referees, administrators, Ice cream van, play area, dozens upon dozens of coaches, administrators, and no doubt a host of other volunteers behind the scenes that have worked very hard, and for free, to make the football tournament work.
My son and all his friends loved the whole day although after six hours of football on a lovely British sunny day the tempers of some people were starting to get a bit frayed. There was the odd tear from children on the loosing sides, and the odd parent too who just took things too seriously, but all in all it was a great experience for everyone involved. I was there with my wife and mother-in-law. My daughter turned up just in time for the medal presentation as she had been away on a Girl-guild camping weekend. Another thing staged totally by unpaid volunteers and somethings she loves. As for the brave women that had to keep a large group of boisterous, near teenage, girls occupied for 48 hours I can only say they must be angles, and how this adults survived such an event only god will know.
Regards
Mark
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If the week is busy enough then most weekends are just manic in the King Household. There always seem to be a frenzy of activity that keeps the doom away. Just like Daniel Jones the hero in my series of books, every time I think one challenge is over another event pops up. Although I'm not complaining because for most people life is hectic on a day to day bases especially if you have young children. This is why I do appreciate it when other people give up their spare time to volunteer for groups and clubs that children enjoy.
Last Saturday was the end of season fair and prize giving for my son's local football club. This club brings so much enjoyment to so many boys, and girls, who love playing football (soccer to my American readers). The club is run totally by volunteers with no external funding other than money that is raised by the club. The above picture shows some of the dedicated people who give up their precious spare time almost every week so my son can enjoy, learn and grow in a safe sporting environment. At the end of the day all the coaches lined up so the children could whip themselves into a frenzy of fun with the annual soak the coaches event where they get the chance to soak them with wet sponges. All that hard work the coaches put in throughout the year, and at the end of it they drenched.
Then the next day my son's football team played at a football tournament hosted by Catton Juniors Football club. It's a major feat of organisation, and I must say very well run too. It's a two day event involving hundreds of junior players of all ages. It took a lot of volunteers to make it run successfully, and safely, and was a credit to every single person involved. There were food tents, a beer tent, First Aid tent, bouncy castles, car park marshals, referees, administrators, Ice cream van, play area, dozens upon dozens of coaches, administrators, and no doubt a host of other volunteers behind the scenes that have worked very hard, and for free, to make the football tournament work.
My son and all his friends loved the whole day although after six hours of football on a lovely British sunny day the tempers of some people were starting to get a bit frayed. There was the odd tear from children on the loosing sides, and the odd parent too who just took things too seriously, but all in all it was a great experience for everyone involved. I was there with my wife and mother-in-law. My daughter turned up just in time for the medal presentation as she had been away on a Girl-guild camping weekend. Another thing staged totally by unpaid volunteers and somethings she loves. As for the brave women that had to keep a large group of boisterous, near teenage, girls occupied for 48 hours I can only say they must be angles, and how this adults survived such an event only god will know.
Regards
Mark
June 8, 2015
The come down
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After the absolute stunning Bank holiday weekend in Norwich with the Norwich City of Ale Festival 2015 and the BBC Radio One Big Weekender, plus Norwich City's fantastic win at Wembley in the Championship Play Off final, you would expect me the following week or so to be on downer. For the moody blues to lay me low while I rejoin reality, but I haven't
Every day I have been listening to Radio One on the BBC as they relived their visit to Norwich. Re-playing the live acts, the interviews etc. Every time they did I would be transported bank to that weekend, and the happy memories would lift my spirit as the people, and groups, shown here that played in Norwich lifted my whole mood.
That's the thing about music. It has the ability to transport you to another time, another place. If it's an uplift tune that brings back happy memories, or some deep song that lets you grieve over sadder times; music has the power to stir our emotions.
I don't think there is any other creative art form that can achieve this. Books, painting, sculpture, dance they can all be enjoyable, but very rarely do they have the same effect as music. I can't play any instrument or read music, and this is possible the only regret I have so far throughout my life in something I have not yet done.
Because of this I'm pleased that both my children are mastering individual instruments. My daughter is an excellent flute player and will be taking her grade 5 exam this month; which isn't bad for a child still at primary school who only took up playing the flute three years ago. My younger son is at the early stage of learning to play the ukulele, and he has me singing, my dog had fleas, as he strums away.
I've always said to myself that one day when I had the spare time I would pay for a music teacher to patiently teach me, and they would have to be patient, the fine art of reading music and how to play an instrument. I would love to be able to play either the guitar, piano or better still the drums. I think the drums would probably be the quickest instrument to learn, and boy o boy would it be fun. I'm always tapping away and it sends my wife crazy. She's always telling me to stop it in her annoyed tone of voice, so just think how maddening it would be for her?
Then again if I had a drum set in the spare room and she was winding me up I could just go upstairs to let out all my frustration by playing the drums to my hearts content. Now that would be sweet justice!
Regards
Mark
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After the absolute stunning Bank holiday weekend in Norwich with the Norwich City of Ale Festival 2015 and the BBC Radio One Big Weekender, plus Norwich City's fantastic win at Wembley in the Championship Play Off final, you would expect me the following week or so to be on downer. For the moody blues to lay me low while I rejoin reality, but I haven't
Every day I have been listening to Radio One on the BBC as they relived their visit to Norwich. Re-playing the live acts, the interviews etc. Every time they did I would be transported bank to that weekend, and the happy memories would lift my spirit as the people, and groups, shown here that played in Norwich lifted my whole mood.
That's the thing about music. It has the ability to transport you to another time, another place. If it's an uplift tune that brings back happy memories, or some deep song that lets you grieve over sadder times; music has the power to stir our emotions.
I don't think there is any other creative art form that can achieve this. Books, painting, sculpture, dance they can all be enjoyable, but very rarely do they have the same effect as music. I can't play any instrument or read music, and this is possible the only regret I have so far throughout my life in something I have not yet done.
Because of this I'm pleased that both my children are mastering individual instruments. My daughter is an excellent flute player and will be taking her grade 5 exam this month; which isn't bad for a child still at primary school who only took up playing the flute three years ago. My younger son is at the early stage of learning to play the ukulele, and he has me singing, my dog had fleas, as he strums away.
I've always said to myself that one day when I had the spare time I would pay for a music teacher to patiently teach me, and they would have to be patient, the fine art of reading music and how to play an instrument. I would love to be able to play either the guitar, piano or better still the drums. I think the drums would probably be the quickest instrument to learn, and boy o boy would it be fun. I'm always tapping away and it sends my wife crazy. She's always telling me to stop it in her annoyed tone of voice, so just think how maddening it would be for her?
Then again if I had a drum set in the spare room and she was winding me up I could just go upstairs to let out all my frustration by playing the drums to my hearts content. Now that would be sweet justice!
Regards
Mark
May 31, 2015
Wembley
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The last bank holiday weekend was special. For four days my beloved home city was the centre of the universe. It started on Friday the 22th. The Norwich City of Ale Festival 2015 had started and I popped down the pub the enjoy a pint or three. It's now one of Europe's biggest real ale events. 273 ales from forty five local breweries served in forty different venues in Norwich. In fact it's so unique there isn't much else in the world to match it.
Then on Saturday and Sunday the 23rd and 24th the BBC Radio One Big Weekend visited Earlham Park in Norwich. This is Europe's biggest free music festival with 50,000 people dancing and swaying to the world's biggest pop stars. From Taylor Swift to Snoop Dogg, to the Foo Fighters. The list goes on, and on, and the event is listened or watched by tens of millions of people all around the world. It was absolutely mind blowing, and one of the most enjoyable live events I have watched.
Monday the 25th was a bank holiday and the long weekend was reaching it's final climax. I have been a life long Norwich City fan, and my children are now the fourth generation of #NCFC supporters, and on Monday they were playing at Wembley Stadium in the Championship Play Off Final. Alongside 40,000 other Norwich supporters we headed down to London to one of the world's most iconic venues. Were we sat was just a sea of Yellow, and the singing could bring a tear to the eye of any grown man. Norwich won 2.0 against Middlesborough a team for the north east of England, and as I celebrated the win with all my family I can honestly say it was one of the best experiences of my life.
To say I celebrated would be an understatement, but then again I had been celebrating since Friday afternoon. When I crawled into bed about eleven that night I was knackered. You can now see why I didn't post any blog last week on Always-hanging-around! It took me until this Thursday to feel like a normal human being once again, and then I only had another 24 hours to go before the weekend started all again.
Regards
Mark
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The last bank holiday weekend was special. For four days my beloved home city was the centre of the universe. It started on Friday the 22th. The Norwich City of Ale Festival 2015 had started and I popped down the pub the enjoy a pint or three. It's now one of Europe's biggest real ale events. 273 ales from forty five local breweries served in forty different venues in Norwich. In fact it's so unique there isn't much else in the world to match it.
Then on Saturday and Sunday the 23rd and 24th the BBC Radio One Big Weekend visited Earlham Park in Norwich. This is Europe's biggest free music festival with 50,000 people dancing and swaying to the world's biggest pop stars. From Taylor Swift to Snoop Dogg, to the Foo Fighters. The list goes on, and on, and the event is listened or watched by tens of millions of people all around the world. It was absolutely mind blowing, and one of the most enjoyable live events I have watched.
Monday the 25th was a bank holiday and the long weekend was reaching it's final climax. I have been a life long Norwich City fan, and my children are now the fourth generation of #NCFC supporters, and on Monday they were playing at Wembley Stadium in the Championship Play Off Final. Alongside 40,000 other Norwich supporters we headed down to London to one of the world's most iconic venues. Were we sat was just a sea of Yellow, and the singing could bring a tear to the eye of any grown man. Norwich won 2.0 against Middlesborough a team for the north east of England, and as I celebrated the win with all my family I can honestly say it was one of the best experiences of my life.
To say I celebrated would be an understatement, but then again I had been celebrating since Friday afternoon. When I crawled into bed about eleven that night I was knackered. You can now see why I didn't post any blog last week on Always-hanging-around! It took me until this Thursday to feel like a normal human being once again, and then I only had another 24 hours to go before the weekend started all again.
Regards
Mark
May 18, 2015
Mockery of democracy
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It was nine in the evening on Thursday, and the baby sitter arrived on time. By 9.30 pm I was inside St Andrew's Hall a historic setting, and the place where the counting of votes was to take place for the 2015 U.K general election that had been held that very day.
I was going to do my bit for democracy by helping with the vote counting that would start once the ballet boxes came in after the polls closed at ten o clock that night. My wife was doing her bit as well. She had left the house at six in the morning to work in one of the polling stations that open at seven. It's a long day for her as she wouldn't get home until half ten in the evening, and it's a long night for me as I wouldn't be home to at least six o clock Friday Morning. We have both done it before, although this was my first general election. I have counted votes for the local elections, European elections, Police Commissioners election and a referendum, but never the most important of them all, the general election.
When I arrived there was a seat saved for me by fellow counters that I have got to know over the last few years, and when the first black boxes started to arrival the place just started to buzz. The candidates, and all their party workers were milling about, and at one stage there was nearly a fight as someone from the labour Party mocked someone else from Class War Party. This small motley crew from Class War looked like something from the seventies, and were in mood for polite mockery. I presume it was their leader who reared up at the labourite, and soon there was a melee of bodies pushing each other right in front of my table.
Once the boxes were open everyone went back to their corners and the counting began.
By four thirty Friday morning the count was finished, and now the final throws of democracy were working their magic as the eager hopefuls waited for the final results. It's a strange way to make a living being a member of parliament because you could be very good at your job locally, but if your party is out of favour nationally then you get sacked, and this is just what happened for the Norwich South M.P during the night. When the results were released the Liberal Democrat who had been the M.P lost his job to the Labour candidate. As the Labour winner got to the podium to make a speech a load cheer filled the hall.
When I got home I turned on the television to see the national results, and even though there were still dozens of seats to declare it was obvious the Conservatives had caused the shock of the year by winning the election outright. It was a disaster for the Liberals and for labour, but the biggest winners of the night seemed to be the SNP.
It was when the final vote tally came that it hit me what a mockery the British voting system is. The Scottish National Party and Sinn Fein are two organisations whose ultimate aim is to see the end of the United Kingdom, and they polled 1,600,000 votes which gave them 62 Members of Parliament. The United Kingdom Independence Party polled 3,800,000 votes and only got one Member of Parliament!
Now some of my readers around the world may not be able to enjoy Democratic freedom at all, but for most of you in the western world that does; I think you must agree we British do seem to have a very undemocratic way of voting our leaders into power?
It does make me think that next time I receive a letter asking if I'm still happy to volunteer with the vote counting at the next such event I might have to think twice about if I want to be part of a system that leaves so many people without a voice.
Regards
Mark.
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It was nine in the evening on Thursday, and the baby sitter arrived on time. By 9.30 pm I was inside St Andrew's Hall a historic setting, and the place where the counting of votes was to take place for the 2015 U.K general election that had been held that very day.
I was going to do my bit for democracy by helping with the vote counting that would start once the ballet boxes came in after the polls closed at ten o clock that night. My wife was doing her bit as well. She had left the house at six in the morning to work in one of the polling stations that open at seven. It's a long day for her as she wouldn't get home until half ten in the evening, and it's a long night for me as I wouldn't be home to at least six o clock Friday Morning. We have both done it before, although this was my first general election. I have counted votes for the local elections, European elections, Police Commissioners election and a referendum, but never the most important of them all, the general election.
When I arrived there was a seat saved for me by fellow counters that I have got to know over the last few years, and when the first black boxes started to arrival the place just started to buzz. The candidates, and all their party workers were milling about, and at one stage there was nearly a fight as someone from the labour Party mocked someone else from Class War Party. This small motley crew from Class War looked like something from the seventies, and were in mood for polite mockery. I presume it was their leader who reared up at the labourite, and soon there was a melee of bodies pushing each other right in front of my table.
Once the boxes were open everyone went back to their corners and the counting began.
By four thirty Friday morning the count was finished, and now the final throws of democracy were working their magic as the eager hopefuls waited for the final results. It's a strange way to make a living being a member of parliament because you could be very good at your job locally, but if your party is out of favour nationally then you get sacked, and this is just what happened for the Norwich South M.P during the night. When the results were released the Liberal Democrat who had been the M.P lost his job to the Labour candidate. As the Labour winner got to the podium to make a speech a load cheer filled the hall.
When I got home I turned on the television to see the national results, and even though there were still dozens of seats to declare it was obvious the Conservatives had caused the shock of the year by winning the election outright. It was a disaster for the Liberals and for labour, but the biggest winners of the night seemed to be the SNP.
It was when the final vote tally came that it hit me what a mockery the British voting system is. The Scottish National Party and Sinn Fein are two organisations whose ultimate aim is to see the end of the United Kingdom, and they polled 1,600,000 votes which gave them 62 Members of Parliament. The United Kingdom Independence Party polled 3,800,000 votes and only got one Member of Parliament!
Now some of my readers around the world may not be able to enjoy Democratic freedom at all, but for most of you in the western world that does; I think you must agree we British do seem to have a very undemocratic way of voting our leaders into power?
It does make me think that next time I receive a letter asking if I'm still happy to volunteer with the vote counting at the next such event I might have to think twice about if I want to be part of a system that leaves so many people without a voice.
Regards
Mark.
May 11, 2015
Roy Murry's view
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It has been a busy week especially with last weeks general election which I did my bit for democracy by helping with the vote count, but that is another story for another week. If you live in the U.K then you will be sick and tired with anything to do with the election so I will let things settle before I comment on it.
To lighten things up I have posted below a review that was published this week for Daniel Jones DOOM the sequel to FRENZY a Daniel Jones Story. Please do read and enjoy and I will speak to you again in my next post.
SUNDAY, MAY 10, 2015
Daniel Jones – Doom
By Mark King
Reviewed by Author Roy Murry
Mr. King’s SiFi kept me on the edge of my seat as its first in the series FRENZY did. However, Daniel Jones – Doom can be read on its own. I had the enjoyment of reading both.
What one believes in and the real facts of life are in conflict in both books. Belief in “A God” and “A Here After,” are the crux of most religions. In Doom, this philosophy is what keeps the common man in line and leads them to their Doom.
Daniel and his friends know the real facts of their lives’ existence, which is so hideous the common man in his brainwashed state denies. Daniel’s group strives to help free them from their fate called Achievement Day which is a misnomer.
In trying to save his father’s life from an Achievement Day function, Daniel and friends go through adventures that must be overcome to meet their goal - to live their lives free of an imposed deity whose origin is alien to earth. These detours will lead you to the end which maybe a beginning or not.
Fast pace and thrilling, Mr. King does his job by keeping you involved. He leaves you wanting to know: What will happen next? I do. How about you?
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It has been a busy week especially with last weeks general election which I did my bit for democracy by helping with the vote count, but that is another story for another week. If you live in the U.K then you will be sick and tired with anything to do with the election so I will let things settle before I comment on it.
To lighten things up I have posted below a review that was published this week for Daniel Jones DOOM the sequel to FRENZY a Daniel Jones Story. Please do read and enjoy and I will speak to you again in my next post.
SUNDAY, MAY 10, 2015
Daniel Jones – Doom
By Mark King
Reviewed by Author Roy Murry
Mr. King’s SiFi kept me on the edge of my seat as its first in the series FRENZY did. However, Daniel Jones – Doom can be read on its own. I had the enjoyment of reading both.
What one believes in and the real facts of life are in conflict in both books. Belief in “A God” and “A Here After,” are the crux of most religions. In Doom, this philosophy is what keeps the common man in line and leads them to their Doom.
Daniel and his friends know the real facts of their lives’ existence, which is so hideous the common man in his brainwashed state denies. Daniel’s group strives to help free them from their fate called Achievement Day which is a misnomer.
In trying to save his father’s life from an Achievement Day function, Daniel and friends go through adventures that must be overcome to meet their goal - to live their lives free of an imposed deity whose origin is alien to earth. These detours will lead you to the end which maybe a beginning or not.
Fast pace and thrilling, Mr. King does his job by keeping you involved. He leaves you wanting to know: What will happen next? I do. How about you?
