Tag: <span>Million Little Pieces</span>

Another year wiser and another excuse to compile a series of lists and memories. In many respects it’s been the best and worst of years, but two events tip it firmly in the favour of “years to forget”. More on that later, let’s get the really important stuff out of the road first.
Best of 2005

  • Best ‘new’ blog (to me at least) – Southern Bird
  • Best blog post – impossible to tell, I’ll just direct you to troubled diva’s PoW competition.
  • Best software – the find of the year, for me, was definitely uTorrent
  • Best book – A Million Little Pieces edges it, just.
  • Best movie – Ray
  • Best album – Aerial by Kate Bush.
  • Best gig – Foo Fighters (simply because I was releasing four years pent up desire to see them live)
  • Best comedian – Lee Evans pips Eddie Izzard for the simple fact that I actually did end up with a little escaped pee in my pants. He was THAT funny.

The downside of 2005
Of course the year was dominated by two events, my father’s heart attack and the sudden passing of Louise’s Mum. My Dad is doing great, and having changed his diet and upped his exercise he really is a new man, it’s had the side effect of giving me a kick up the backside as well.

Louise is bearing up, although Christmas was hard, and is looking forward to seeing her Dad in a couple of weeks; he’s doing OK too, spent Christmas with some friends. Whilst I’m not in denial, I still find it hard to believe Grace is no longer with us. I can’t even begin to fathom how Louise feels, despite talking about it both frequently and at length I don’t think you CAN know unless you experience it. All I know is that it breaks my heart to see her so upset, and me so powerless to do anything to put the world right for her. She is ‘getting better’ though, and our family and friends have been wonderful.

I’ve had to re-edit the previous paragraph to remove every cliche ever known to man, or woman for that matter. Funny how they are only considered cliches because they are true, especially when dealing with ‘true friends’, comparing ‘blood to water’ and so on…

The upside of 2005
Blogwise I can happily confess that I’ve never updated my blogroll as often and with such quality sites. There are many new names on there (on the left) and while the new sites impress, the ‘old hands’ continue to get better and better. I could (have!) lose entire days absorbing what I can from your blogs, yet no matter how many talented writers I read I seem destined to remain stuck with my claw-handed fumbling and pawing of the English language. You gals and guys are an inspiration, thank you for writing.

And of course another year saw another Scottish blogmeet. It’s always fun meeting people who share a hobby and this year was no exception with not only a great turnout but a fabulous bunch of people too, a great time was had. I’m slightly disappointed that I didn’t get time to organise a second meet but I’ve already got plans for 2006!

Of course I should mention my new venture which has been well received. Whilst I do have a few plans for the first half of next year, beyond that the sky is the limit so fingers (legs, eyes, arms etc etc) crossed.

And finally
In closing I’d like to thank everyone who has read, or commented on, this site in 2005. It’s a funny little hobby but it keeps me out of trouble and has introduced me to a lot of fascinating, intelligent, talented and funny people. Not to mention a few hot babes too (pix, southern diva, pink….). I’ll also single out Adrian for offering not only the most comments but, without a doubt, the highest ratio of spelling mistakes per comment, it’s just as well the quality of his comments is so high. Finally a mention for Lyle, a gentleman who has helped me out of some rather deep and messy coding holes, very much appreciated.

So without further ado, I ask you all, ladies and gentlemen, to charge your glasses and raise them in a toast:

To the year 2006; as we slide down your bannister, may all the splinters face the other way

Happy New Year everyone. Take care of you and yours.


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a million little pieces by james frey

I’ve read a few books like this not many and occasionally it’s seemed to be a design decision rather than a writing decision the reasoning more to do with being clever or arty or whatever but for this book it feels right correct spot on and definitely matches the mood and content of the book. The only other book which has unusual prose that I consider is valid for the style of the book is American Tabloid and whilst I wouldn’t place this book in the same league as anything by James Ellroy it is still an excellent read.

On it goes like this page after page after page and soon you don’t notice and it’s just the way it is after a few pages it’s nothing new at all it feels right even though you know it’s wrong.

At times it’s hard to read so much detail the thoughts hammering hammering hammering into your head, the pain and suffering feeling more real as you match the stream of consciousness style prose skipping your brain along in time helping you empathise with the character. There are some gruesome moments moments to laugh at moments to cry at and it’s all real Yes it’s all real every word this is not a novel this is an autobiography and as that realisation hits you it becomes all the more powerful more effecting affecting real real real.

If you can get past the way it’s written the story of a recovering addict a man seriously close to losing everything family friends and life itself then you’ll be easily drawn in rivetted repulsed and engrossed in this gruesome disgusting heartwarming and uplifting story.

More information from the author himself.

UPDATE: You can read an excerpt of the book here which gives an idea of what it’s like.

And re-reading it, my review completely fails to capture just how involving and affecting it was to read this book. But then it’d take a lot longer to capture WHY that is than I have time for at the moment.

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1. OK OK OK !!! I won’t redesign. I’ll content myself with restyling instead. Difference? Re-design includes re-architecturing the layout and underlying HTML code. Re-styling only applies to the elements controlled by CSS which may include changing the position of things but is less invasive.

2. The Site Feed was broken. It was St. Patrick’s Days fault. More accurately it was the fault of “Lá Fhéile Pádraig” which is a known bug.

3. Thanks to everyone who commented on the Introspection post, a lot of great suggestions. Still not sure how I’m going to tackle the Asides but will probably head down the category route. And for those who aren’t the slightest bit interested in this kind of thing, scroll down to the next post (should’ve said that first though, shouldn’t I!).


Forget all those thanks. You lot are useless. Where were you when I needed you? Eh? EH!!!! Nowhere to be found. Abandoned I was, left to the mercies of my materialistic self. No-one shouted “STOP!” or “Remember what you said!”, no-one tried gentle persuasion, nor did they try to physically restraint me. Where were YOU?

I had no-one to try and divert my mind as it wandered easily from:

“Ohh look, Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell, I like his stuff, number9dream was good, and I’m reading GhostWritten at the moment, I’ll just nip in and see what it’s about…”


“Ohhh 3 for 2! Excellent, I wonder if there is anything else worthwhile…”

which easily lead into:

“Look, The Complete Prose by Woody Allen, that should be good!”

and left only a small leap to get to:

“Well I’ve got two so any other one is free.. ohh A Million Little Pieces has a pretty cover, that’ll do!”

Next thing I know, my card is swiped, my account is £20-odd lighter and I have three more books to add to my list.

And where, pray tell, where YOU ohh helpful reader?!!!!


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