The Tale of a Minger.

 

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In Search of a Beginning …..   By RBN Bookmark

 

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Shit St. Doesn`t have a postcode.

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The Dead Loss Triangle

Bookmarked

Nobbled at the knees

The list of would be titles I found myself wrestling with seemed endless.

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Yet time and again that nagging voice in my head would say, “No, not that one”. Urging me to try again and come up with something my subconscious and I could agree on.

The book was almost two years in the writing, the countless rounds of edits and rewrites adding still another six months until the finished article was finally ready for publishing.

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They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, nor I would like to add, should one judge a book it by its title……well maybe not always.

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    I was stumped for a title; this was my first book and could well be my last so I wanted something special, and yet very working class.

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It was midnight, everybody had gone to bed and I had decided to stay up awhile longer. Gazing at the blank TV screen and sipping from a glass of red wine, my thoughts ran amok.

All sorts of things were going through my head and none of them made any sense. I recalled accidentally throwing my brother through my parent’s front room window when we were small. He only wanted me to give him a leg up so he could sit on the window ledge, but I guess I must have eaten my porridge that morning. He of course was completely unscathed, his trip through the windowpane hadn’t even disturbed his NHS spectacles which were still their usual lob sided self.

It was so quiet that night. For once my neighbour’s new-born baby had ceased crying and it had fallen silent on the other side of the Wailing Wall that separates us.

I filled out another glass of Beaujolais and roamed wherever my wandering thoughts took me.

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My wedding photo from 25 years ago, staring back at me like a stranger in time from across the walI. While all this excavating the past was giving my brain a neurological hernia, I seemed to be getting no closer to finding a title for my book until I, by chance, recalled an incident that happened in Guernsey some years earlier.

After an enjoyable week’s holiday on nearby Herme Island, my wife and I had a few hours to kill before our flight home took off from Guernsey Airport. So we wandered aimlessly along the waterfront of St Peter Port, Guernsey carrying our luggage in tow. Oh how I hate waiting for flights…don`t you?

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We encountered two well-nourished local teenagers, intent on a spot fun of tourist baiting.

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Our misfortune was that we`d be the warm up act for the rest of their mischievous day.

The mark was overstepped when they attempted to make a beeline for my wife, and with that war was declared. In the end it was a bloodless battle, my teenage opponents felt more at home trading insults from a safe distance than engaging in the gentlemanly art of having ones block knocked off.

I remember the only act of violence being when I knocked one of the fat duo`s ice cream out of his hand. Like his bravado, it disintegrated on impact that warm summer’s day in July.

I knew I´d rattled their cages

  and so I walked away and left the fat duo to moan the demise of an ice-cream and lesson too; Never judge a book by its cover!

Insults about my red hair whizzed past me like arrows, but my actions had blunted their arrowheads. As the insults flew thick and fast, I chuckled to myself while puzzled bystanders attempted to make sense of what had happened.

As I neared the end of the Ice-cream Road battleground, the final insult landed short, yet audibly behind me.

“You ginger bastard, you fucking ginger minger!!”

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I at once snapped out of the past, for this was my eureka moment……..this was the title I’d been searching for.

A Minger`s Tale – Beginnings was born!

R.B.N.Bookmark

# the word minger is a derogatory term, for a person or thing that is as unattractive and unpleasant. I explain its meaning in my book as; One who has fallen from the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

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If only he knew where God lived, he would urinate in his letterbox! Growing up is a difficult time in the life of Ribban Bookmark, this book traces his journey down a Minger Highway, signposted with humour and littered with roadkill oneliners.
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 R.B.N. Bookmark turned to writing in 2014, in the end, it took a family tragedy …life is strange.

Born and raised in the northern city of Manchester, England, his background is working class and he tends to find humour in hardship and the way folk overcome the obstacles that life has thrown at them.

Upon leaving school at 16 he entered into a society rocked by poverty, unemployment, rising crime, and riots. Much of his inspiration when writing is drawn from his own experiences during this period.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Minger%60s-Tale-Beginnings-R-B-N-Bookmark-ebook/dp/B01DJAXURM

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