The Half-Blood Prince

Harry Potter & the Half-Blood Prince by J.K. Rowling Those of you who’ve never read any of the Harry Potter books should scroll on down to the next post. Although I will suggest you give them a try, they’re quite good fun, dead easy to read, and are a good way to unwind without having to read a “serious novel”. And for those of you still reading, yes I do think the Harry Potter novels are serious, and the fact that I’m already looking forward to the next one worries me slightly as it’ll be a long wait! Quite enjoyed this one but I think I should have re-read the previous book as so much was referred to that I …

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The Black Dahlia

The Black Dahlia by James Ellroy Ever since I read American Tabloid I’ve always looked forward to picking up another Ellroy novel, his ability to pull you into the era – in this case late 1940s L.A. – is second to none, as is his ability to pace the story perfectly and plant enough seeds that you develop his characters for him. The story of a brutally murdered woman and the cop that tries to solve her case leads us into a tangled web of corruption, intrigue and… well you can get all that from the blurb on the cover. What Ellroy consistently produces is a well crafted plotline, full of curveballs, smacking you hard in the gut when he …

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Prick

I had a “morning constitutional” down to the doctor this morning, well the nurse as it turned out. I was getting some blood taken to get my cholesterol checked. Previously this was done with a pen-like gadget, a quick prick on the end of your thumb and it spat out a reading: “FAR too high you lardy so-and-so” Slightly disconcerting when you are expecting it to read 5.4… Anyway this was the proper “you’ll only feel a little prick” type of blood gathering and, after my childish giggles had been abruptly stopped by a rolling of the eyes (I wonder if nurses hear any NEW jokes?) I departed with a teeny plaster that apparently fell off on the way home …

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A joke

Well it made ME laugh. The FBI had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks, interviews, and testing were done there were 3 finalists. Two men and a woman. For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. “We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Kill Her!” The man said, “You can’t be serious, I could never shoot my wife.” The agent said, “Then you’re not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home.” The second man was given the same …

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Thinking

“What shall I write about today?” I pondered to no-one in particular. “It’s a thought ain’t it” I replied to myself. Sometimes inspiration hits, sometimes it’s just a bag slung over a shoulder on the train, either way the jolt is the same and the kick start is enough to get your brain moving. Except mine appears to be stuck. Don’t get me wrong, I can find plenty of topics to waffle on about, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, but that key ingredient, that essential release is missing. I don’t post about work, I don’t really do much during the week, and weekends are typically spent on the mundane aspects of life, gardening, shopping, and so on. There is only …

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Rational

So part of the Friday night story goes like this. Towards the end of the evening … er.. the early hours of the morning, it’s only me, a friend of Lesley’s (can’t recall his name) and her cousin Tracy that are left in the club. Lesley and Sid have just left, and the three of us are finishing our drinks. Friend of Lesley’s suddenly says cheerio and so Tracy and I are left to finish our drinks. The club starts closing, we make our way outside. It’s raining and Tracy has to phone her husband to meet him to get a taxi. I offer to wait with her until he shows up. We chat, and about 10 mins later her …

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An aside

What is it about Mondays? Melancholy and dark switch places with jovial and trivial at the drop of a hat. Is it just because I’m waiting for an outcome? Is it just me? It is, isn’t it. Sorry, no inspiration at the moment. Maybe later. Maybe not.

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Last night

Note: They always say you should self edit, and whilst I’m no good at that I think it’s only fair to forewarn you that what follows is self-indulgent waffling. You are hereby excused from reading this post. I don’t want to delete it but, seriously, scroll down a bit to the next one, or pick a link from the blogroll on the left. Still reading? Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you… Aside from the usual beer consumption, a couple of Southern Comforts, and some dancing, Friday night was memorable indeed for many reasons, and only some can be revealed here (lest someone read about something that DIDN’T happen). One reason in particular is stuck in my head but it’ll …

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Closure

It’s the end of another week, an odd stop start week for me, with some days flying past in a blur, others stalling at regular intervals before disappearing at the end of the evening leaving chores and tasks uncomplete. Still, that’s what weekends are for… Of course I will have to discount some of Saturday as we’re off to the pub this evening to celebra… er… wish good luck to Lelly who is leaving the company to pursue her dream of becoming a drama teacher. She’s a bit of a drama queen so I’m sure she’ll be fine! (only kidding sweetie!). Some people have the afternoon off (not me unfortunately) but we’re all going out for lunch – to a …

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______ Lady

Arrived home this evening to find a large plastic coated woven bag on our doorstep, our new “glass recycle sack” no less. Already half full and in the garage as there is no room to store it in the house (well unless we did a little clearing out… but that would mean trimming the junk from the kitchen cupboards and we all know how much fun THAT chore is… As Louise walked to the garage I commented that I was glad I had my very own bag lady. We also seem to have inherited a cat. It’s a nice wee thing, black with white socks, and from what we can tell it’s not any of the neighbours (still to check …

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