Book Review – A Place Of Execution by Val McDermid

51T6T5BQ7QL._SL160_Author Val McDermid begins A Place Of Execution with a short introduction from fictitious writer Catherine Heathcote. We are told that London based journalist Catherine is researching and planning to write a book about Detective Inspector George Bennett’s first murder case that took place 35 years earlier. Catherine plans to speak to everybody possible involved and revisit the Derbyshire moorland area close to where she grew up and where she was indirectly affected by parental worry restricting her freedom because a girl her age had disappeared.

Following the introduction the larger part of the novel details the 1963 murder investigation, the conclusion to the case and the murder trial. The second part is set in 1998 and Catherine comes into the novel for the first time living in the area for 6 months while researching. We follow her visits to meet George and some of the others involved and the book closes with an interesting twist.

THE CASE

On a bitterly cold evening in December 1963 Inspector George Bennett is called in to investigate the disappearance of 13 year old Alison Carter. George is young and one of a new breed of University trained police officers. He is new to the job, it’s his first big case in charge and he needs to prove himself. Tommy Clough the Detective Sergeant investigating the case with George, drinks a lot but still has a better record than most for arrests. He seems a surly type, tough, not as sensitive as George and ideal to play good cop bad cop with.

Alison lives in the manor house of a tiny hamlet of 7 cottages with her mother Ruth and stepfather Philip Hawkin. The hamlet of Scardale is situated on the Derbyshire moors and shut off from the rest of the world by a gate on the narrow hillside road. Apart from Hawkin who inherited the house from his uncle a year earlier the rest of the villagers are mainly descended from 3 families who are all related to each other through marriage and have lived a mainly insular life for centuries.

One afternoon in December 1963 Alison came home from school and took her dog Shep out for a walk in the fields as usual. She doesn’t return home and the alarm is raised several hours later. Normally because Scardale is so isolated and everybody knows each other it’s felt to be a safe place. Only around 20 miles away and a few weeks beforehand two children Pauline Reade and John Kilbride had gone missing without trace. That was before Brady and Hindley were caught and a child disappearing so close to the others would obviously be possibly linked.

George and Tommy visit the manor house before starting the search and question worried mother Ruth and her husband Philip. You can empathise with Ruth and imagine what it feels like to be in her position, but she does seem far more controlled than you would expect of a mother who has lost a child. Philip you dislike from the start. This man is more interested in his dinner being on the table and shows little concern for the missing teenager or her mother. You want him to be the guilty party because of his callousness, but could somebody so self-centred have a reason for abducting and murdering a teenager I wondered.

A search with tracker dogs starts and not long afterwards Shep is found tied up unharmed but with elastoplast muzzling him. That points to a planned crime and the abductor being somebody Alison knows because the dog wouldn’t let a stranger use elastoplast on him without fighting back and making enough noise to alert the villagers.

Signs of a struggle are found in a Spinney and dashing hopes, some of Alisons blood soaked clothing is discovered several days later in a place that had been forgotten except to one villager.

During the days following the disappearance the villagers are questioned and are found to be distrusting and obstructive. Getting information out of them is frustrating for the police who would normally expect relatives to want to help more. They blame it on the insular way of life but the lack of leads and only being told what the villagers want them to know delays the inquiry and the longer it goes on the less the chances are of Alison being found alive and especially if she is out in the open. You are made to wonder if one of the villagers is responsible for Alison’s disappearance and if the rest are covering up for him or her.

The case almost becomes a crusade to George, especially as he has just discovered that his wife Ann is expecting their first child. It becomes more personal to him as he can now imagine how he would feel if it was his child that had been taken. George came across as a sensitive caring man, but a little bit too easily swayed by what he wants to believe to be a good detective.

National journalist Don Smart tries to link this case to the other disappearances despite being told that there are differences with this case. George hates the sensationalism that could harm the case and turn public opinion against him if he isn’t seen to be collaborating with the other police forces that he feels is a waste of time better spent on his investigation and not being sidetracked. I hadn’t thought about that angle and how much the press can affect a serious inquiry, but if the police have to be so careful of public opinion it can’t be easy. Much more help to George is a responsible local newspaper printing a full page poster of Alison and including it with every issue.

WHAT I THINK

What I didn’t like about this novel was the fictitious association with the moors murders. Maybe it’s just me but whenever I read something about the murders in a newspaper or book I find it distasteful. These were real children who were treated dreadfully, they have families who loved them and I’m sure it must be hard for them to see the murders being continuously dredged up and usually for gain or sensationalism. In this story the murders were used to make Alison’s disappearance more harrowing if it could be and to suggest from the start that Alison had been killed.

Val McDermid doesn’t overdo it with descriptions of places but even so I could picture the tiny hamlet and bleak wintry countryside surrounding it. It was bitterly cold and I could imagine the cold despite reading the book on a warm sunny day. I went back to 1963 and remembered how just one room would be heated and how just going a few yards into another unheated room could be painfully cold.

Alison liked her music and in her bedroom was a record player and records that her stepfather had bought her. Just like most teenagers back then she loved the Beatles, Cliff Richards and the Shadows and other popstars of the time. One of the things said in the book was that Alison’s favourite pin up was Dennis Tanner from Coronation Street. There was no TV reception in the valley so to my mind Alison would have been unlikely to have a soap star for a pin up. I smiled at the mention of Kraft Dairylea triangles. I had forgotten that these were around in the 60s when I was a child and I felt that little additions like this worked well in setting the 1963 scene.

As often happens in crime novels nowadays a paedophile and his gruesome photograph collection is part of the story. Just how much I cannot say, but be warned if you cannot bear to read about something so disgusting.

Although the last part slowed in pace I found the main part of the 404 page novel totally gripping and so readable that I had finished it within a day. I guessed most of the end of the story quite early on but that didn’t detract from my enjoyment of the book. I like an ending where not everything is as it seems and although skilfully written there were a few small clues along the way.

When I saw that the main part was a narrative by an invented author I thought it strange and unnecessary at first. Once I had finished the novel I could see that the idea worked well as a way of introducing another character and bringing the story forward in time.

This is the second book that I have read by this author and I found it just as good except for the use of the moors murders to heighten feeling – personal distaste but it knocked it down a bit in my estimation. Apart from that I highly recommend this novel and will be reading more of Val McDermid’s work in the future.

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Life begins at 40 – Lets Make It Happen!

Do you remember when you were a youngster and thought that anybody over 40 was past it? Indeed anybody out of his or her teens seemed ancient when I was a child. My how our perceptions alter, as we grow older!

Past what? I wonder now as I slip into my 50s feeling little difference in my head as I felt 30 years ago. I’m still the same person with wiser thoughts in the same body as I was in 1978. Back then I was strutting my stuff in the clubs to Saturday Night Fever, I can still raise a jig but now it’s more likely to be to a Dizzee Rascal track.

Just last week a 19 year old work colleague was astonished to hear that I have actually seen male strippers. Why I wondered? Did she think that I have always been this age and that anybody over 20 never has any fun? I promptly arranged a staff night out to see a male stripper soon – I just hope that I don’t get dragged on to the stage with him! My naive young colleague thinks that my generation are too old for sex – she won’t be thinking that in a few years!

We don’t have to stop enjoying ourselves, as we grow older – indeed I find that now I have more to enjoy and appreciate life better. My young work colleagues tell me that they sleep for 12 – 14 hour stretches. I remember doing that when I was their age – now if I sleep for more than 7 hours I feel as if I’m missing out on life. I have so much more to do and want the time to do it.

For those of us fortunate enough to have children and grandchildren life takes on a whole new focus. I have a 4 year old grandson and 3 year old granddaughter. A few months ago I was babysitting and my grandson looked up from playing with his cars on the floor and asked me if I was too old to play with him. “Never” I replied as I knelt down to play.

We both enjoyed half an hour of play and ok my knees ached when they wouldn’t have done when I was younger, but it was worth the knee ache to enjoy quality time with my grandson. I wondered where he had got the idea from or who had told him that they were too old to play – perhaps one of his other grandparents who are no older than me. Whoever it was they missed out. I will never be too old to play with my grandchildren and can still kick a football around even if I get out of puff quicker than I used to.

I have more interests now and am happy to be myself and not pretend to be somebody I’m not just to impress others. I don’t panic when things happen, age and experience has taught me to stay calm and in control.

I’ve often heard my contemporaries use the clichés ‘If I knew then what I know now’ and ‘If I could turn back the clock’. I don’t want to turn back the clock, sure there are things that I would like to change if I had the chance but I know that I can’t so the future is more important.

To me life is a great adventure where you can never predict what is going to happen, nor would I wish to. For all of us there are good and bad things waiting around the corner but at least with age and experience we learn to enjoy or deal with things better. Ok our bodies start to betray us even before we reach 40 but there are things that we can do to improve matters and slow down the effect of aging on our bodies. How I did that is for another article, right now I’m going to make it happen!

Having a positive outlook on life helps me to feel younger and healthier. I wanted to meet more like minded people and decided to start my own Over 40s Club – come join us and make life more interesting!

A Yorkshire Pudding Recipe

yorkshirerecipesMany years ago when I was a young child I used to watch in fascination whenever my mother cooked or baked. Her Yorkshire pudding recipe was in her head, she never measured ingredients, just seemed to have a sense of the perfect amounts. On Sundays we always had a roast and whether that roast was beef, lamb, pork, chicken or even turkey she always made Yorkshire puddings. What else would a Yorkshire lady make to compliment the Sunday roast?

Although mum never measured ingredients everything that she made always turned out delicious and perfect. Her Yorkshires always rose just right, crispy around the edges and leaving a hollow to collect the gravy in and they were always that lovely golden colour that we associate with Yorkshire puddings.

Traditionally Yorkshire puddings were a filler dish served with onion gravy before the main roast course in households that could not afford a lot of meat, but as far back as I can remember Yorkshires have been an integral part of the main course.

Although originating in Yorkshire they are popular all over the country, indeed the world. There are few places that you can go that you will not find the legend ‘Traditional British Sunday Dinner’ or indeed lunch on offer. The traditional British Sunday dinner always includes Yorkshire pudding as an integral part of the meal.

Although I prefer to make my own Yorkshire puddings, frozen cooked or uncooked versions are easily available and they taste almost as good. You can also get powdered batter mix where you just need to add milk or water, not quite as good in my opinion.

I should perhaps have used ready-made versions the first time that I attempted to make Yorkshire puddings. Newly married I was trying to impress my husband with a lovely Sunday lunch complete with Yorkshires. I did not have a recipe and tried to emulate my mother’s non-measuring method. An hour passed and my Yorkshire pudding still was not cooked. We ate the dinner but had to pass on the Yorkshires because I had added twice as much milk as necessary. I made sure that I used a recipe after that!

Yorkshire Pudding Recipe

This is the recipe that I use, a traditional pouring batter recipe that can be used for pancakes as well as Yorkshire pudding.

4oz (100g) Plain Flour
1 medium sized egg
pinch of salt
½ pint (280ml) of milk (or mixture of milk and water)
2oz (50g) lard/fat or 2 tablespoons of oil – as an healthier alternative I use vegetable or sunflower oil, or you can use fat from the meat.

Mix the flour and salt in a basin and make a hollow in middle. Drop the egg into the hollow and stir in with a wooden spoon. Add the milk (milk and water) gradually, stirring all of the time until the flour is worked in. Add rest of liquid and beat well. The end result should have a similar consistency to single cream.

Melt the fat in cooking tin until spitting hot. Can be one large tin square, rectangular, round or small tins or a bun tin. When the fat is hot enough pour in the batter just half filling small tins, patty tins or bun tins. Cook at 450F, 230C or gas mark 8. Large tins for about 30 minutes, small tins or bun tins 15 – 20 minutes.

When cooked they should turn out puffy, golden and crispy on the outside and sunken in the middle. Some people let the fat from the meat drip on to the Yorkshire puddings while cooking.

A popular addition to menus in recent years in restaurants, cafes and bars is a king size or giant Yorkshire pudding filled with onion gravy or different meat, vegetable and gravy concoctions. This dish is served as a separate course emulating the original filler course.

You can even buy delicious smaller Yorkshire puddings filled with steak in one large chain store, rather like traditional steak and kidney puddings but made with batter mix.

Another popular meal made with Yorkshire pudding batter is Toad in the Hole. This is a tasty low cost meal with sausages cooked in the batter. An alternative there is to use lamb chops.

Yorkshire Pudding Facts

The first known Yorkshire Pudding Recipe was published in 1737 in ‘The Whole Duty Of A Woman’ and named ‘A Dripping Pudding’. Eight years later a lady named Hannah Glasse published it in her Art of Cookery as Yorkshire Pudding.

The first British Yorkshire Pudding day was on February 3rd 2008 and in future the celebrations will be on the first Sunday of every February.

On Sunday 11th June 2000 the first Great Yorkshire Pudding Boat Race was held in Brawby in North Yorkshire. The organiser Simon Thackray arranged for 6 3ft in diameter Yorkshire puddings to be baked coated with yacht varnish. Each ‘boat’ used up 50 eggs.

Check out the Yorkshire Pudding Recipe blog where you can get more delicious Yorkshire Pudding Recipes.

Dancing Naked in the Corn

woodstockI was asked if Doctor Who could take me on a journey in his Tardis where I would choose to go, but when it came to seriously thinking about it I was stumped. I considered the periods of history that I knew something about and dismissed them one by one.

·    The Roman invasion of Britain with me in a toga surrounded by lusty Italians – censored.
·    The Battle of Hastings – I would probably end up having to sew the tapestry.
·    The Boston Tea Party – drinking the tea before they could chuck it in the sea
·    The opening of Crystal Palace, the Tardis crashing through the glass roof – Queen Vicky would not be amused.
·    Joining the French Resistance in the Second World War – my Yorkshire accent would give me away at the first allo allo.

None of those were tempting. The two things that put me off the most about traveling too far back in time are that women were second-class citizens until recent years and I would not voluntarily visit those times. Plus people ponged, they did not wash very often and I cannot stand the reek of BO on others or myself. I would really stand out from the crowd if I took my toiletries and probably be burned at the stake as a witch, would Doctor Who rescue me I wonder.

After much deliberation I decided upon a time since I was born, the weekend following August 15th 1969 and Woodstock. Frivolous maybe, but that and the Band Aid concert in 1984 both left a great impression on me. I’ve still got the Band Aid concert on video somewhere so I can watch that again and go there in kind.

I was in my early teens when Woodstock happened. I had a little transistor radio and used to listen to the pirate stations when I was tucked up in bed at night. Hippies had come on the scene a couple of years earlier. I can remember laughing at my older brother when he got a flowered tie, but life evolves and I was wearing beads and bells not long after Woodstock.

I remember watching the television news that weekend. Seeing 400,000 dirty, longhaired, disheveled, drugged up hippies dancing to the music or sitting spaced out in the mud. The newspapers were full of pictures and articles about this crazy event that brought a sense of astonishment to millions of others worldwide. The concert was about love and peace, but I can clearly remember Woodstock showing me a sense of freedom that I had not known existed.

I cannot exactly say why that weekend in history impressed me so much, I have never been interested in being spaced out, but I would dearly love to go back in time and see some of the 31 bands performing.

Day one commenced with a Richie Havens set which included the Beatles classics Hey Jude and Strawberry Fields. It ended with Joan Baez singing the freedom anthem We Shall Overcome. I wonder how many times that has been sung in protest since.

Day two
included sets from Santana, Canned Heat, Grateful Dead, Creadence Clearwater Revival, Janis Joplin, Sly And The Family Stone, The Who and Jefferson Aeroplane. Can you imagine seeing and hearing all of those great acts in one day – unbelievable?

Although Jefferson Aeroplane ended the day, next to last the Who, performed 24 songs. More by far than any other act at the mad extravaganza. Some of which were I Can’t Explain, Tommy Can You Hear me, Pinball Wizard, I’m Free, See Me Feel Me, Summertime Blues, Shaking All Over, and of course My Generation. Heck that was my generation; I can feel it now when I hear the music of my teenage years. I remember racking up my pinball scores with Pinball Wizard playing in the background.

Day three
started with Joe Cocker singing Delta Lady ooooh I can hear his gravely voice in my head. Fourth up was Ten Years After, and following them The Band. Later on Blood Sweat and Tears and then last Crosby Stills, Nash and Young, must have been before Graham Young left the band.

The fourth and last day started with the Paul Butterfield Blues Band and Everything’s Gonna Be Alright. Next up was Sha Na Na whose numbers included Jailhouse Rock, Wipe Out, Who Wrote The Book Of Love, Duke Of Earl and At The Hop. Can you imagine after three days of drugs and sex and roughing it being roused by rock and roll.

Last to play because he always refused to precede anybody else was the great Jimi Hendrix. I’m not into analysing music or tracks but I know what I like and that man was one heck of a guitar player. He ended the crazy party with his 16th number of the day Hey Joe, it makes my spine tingle thinking about it.

What I am wondering right now is why on earth I have so many of the goodies played at Woodstock on Vinyl and nothing to play them on and be able to take little nostalgic trips backwards whenever I want. Time to start building up my CD collection I think.

As a bonus for being good and not shocking Doctor Who by dancing naked in the corn I would then ask him to take me to the present day to see what happened to some of those who attended Woodstock.

Now that would be interesting. Only yesterday I saw a guy who used to attend the same hippy parties as I did. He was well into anything that blew his mind and by the time he was 20 Graham was a wreck. Now his hair is a foot shorter and he was wearing a smart conservative business suit. What a difference 30 years makes!

To end my trip I’ll list a few facts that I found out about Woodstock on the Internet:

It cost $6.50 for an advance ticket for one day. In 1989 one was sold for $8,000

500,000 Frankfurters and Hamburgers were eaten on the first day.

Santana were paid $1,500, the Grateful Dead got $7,500 and the Who got $11,200.

It cost $1 for a Hot Dog and $1 for a loaf of bread and a quart of milk.

Three tracheotomies were performed.

A hit of Acid or Mescaline cost $4 and an ounce of Marijuana cost $15.

Only 33 people were arrested on drugs charges yet 500 freaked out on bad LSD trips.

450 cows mixed freely with the campers for 3 days.

Only 600 Portaloos available.

Back in my time I remember seeing the Woodstock movie that was released in 1979, maybe it would be a good idea to see if I can get hold of a copy and see if my trip still looks far out man.

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Double Flips With A Spandex Clad Sex Machine

klone and II wasn’t going to read another Danielle Steele book after finding them too predictable but when I saw The Klone and I my resolve weakened.

The main character Stephanie is 41, divorced and at a low ebb when she meets 59 year old Peter in Paris. Her marriage break up 2 years earlier came as a total shock to her. She believed that her and her husband Roger were happy until the day he told her that he had met somebody else, didn’t love her and wanted a divorce.

Stephanie blamed the break up on letting herself go and becoming frumpy. Once over the shock she threw away her flannelette nighties, dieted and exercised and bought herself a new wardrobe. Her new image didn’t get her husband back as she secretly hoped but it did give her the confidence to help rebuild her life and start dating again.

Some people manage to find new partners quickly after break ups and diminish their feelings of hurt and rejection. Others like Stephanie try the dating game and meet many prospective partners but none ever feel right. After the break up Stephanie realised or perhaps accepted that her husband had used her for a meal ticket. She had a healthy private income and he was in and out of work or following pipe dreams for a lot of their 13 year marriage leaving her to support them and their two children. Roger’s new partner has a larger trust fund than Stephanie, making her feel as if her money had been why he stayed with her for so long rather than herself and he had waited to move on until he found a better meal ticket. The feeling of being used would bring a massive blow to the confidence and it would be hard to learn to trust anybody of the opposite sex. Stephanie had just about given up on the hope of finding a new partner when she met wealthy bionic engineer Peter.

She had gone to Paris to pick up her children after them spending a holiday in the south of France with their father and his new wife. For a few days before meeting them she shopped and explored Paris. Peter was staying at the same hotel as her and they shared some of that time together. By coincidence Peter also lived in New York and the relationship continued and grew once they got back. After 3 months Peter announced that he had to go to California for 2 weeks to oversee the company that he owns there and says that he has a surprise for her.

The surprise rang her doorbell and turned out to be Peter or his double called Paul who is exactly like Peter in good looks and physique but totally opposite Peter in dress sense and behaviour. Peter is conservative in every way that Paul is not and when Stephanie first sees Paul dressed in fluorescent green skin-tight and revealing satin pants, a see through sparkly black net shirt, black satin cowboy boots with rhinestone buckles and wearing a diamond peace chain around his neck she believes that Peter is playing a joke or has flipped.

From there on the novel slips into fantasy and becomes so unrealistic that I laughed at most of the rest of it. Stephanie’s visitor tells her that he is Paul’s klone and his most successful experiment to date. He has been sent to entertain her for the 2 weeks that Peter is away but usually he stays in the shop with his head off. Stephanie treats it as a joke and goes along with it but wonders if this new Peter is some form of escapism for the conservative Peter. The Peter she knows wouldn’t do double, then treble, then quadruple flips in bed, nor would he wear such a variety of wild outfits.

I liked the basic idea in that it feels safe to be with somebody who is staid and reliable but every now and then spice things up by throwing in unexpected fun, madness and wild sex. With the same partner pretending to be somebody else that could be quite a roller coaster ride, but with two different partners you would surely be heading for double trouble – and a bad back from the bedtime antics!

I don’t think that I’m a fuddy duddy but the thought of a 59 year old man wearing garish spandex outfits seemed ridiculous to me. I found it hard to create an image in my mind of such an exotic creature and as far as eroticism is concerned I probably wouldn’t be able to do anything for laughing. I can imagine that it would be fun to go to a posh restaurant with him and watch the waiters pretending that there is nothing out of the ordinary, but 2 weeks of posh restaurants, parties, business meetings and extreme behaviour would cause more than the indicated tiny ripple if those who see peacock Paul are used to staid Peter.

Then there are the children. Danielle Steele makes it clear that the children are quite normally taking their time to get to know and accept Peter. After 3 months the oldest 13 year old Charlotte still hasn’t accepted him, thinks he is boring and would throw a wobbly if she thought her mum had sex with him. Then Paul appears and not only do the children accept him and his dramatically altered appearance without question and think him cool, they are suddenly happy that he stays overnight at their apartment. They are told that he is sleeping in the guest room but come on, children are inquisitive and with 2 weeks of nights full of double flips from the bed to the floor the bumps in the night would be enough to waken the dead never mind two youngsters.

I found the Peter/Paul character hard to like in either guise and they wouldn’t figure in my fantasies. Peter would be too staid and Paul would be too silly.

You’ll have to read the book to find out if Paul is really a klone, Peter has a split personality, playing out his sexual fantasies or Peter’s identical twin. I expected the novel to be a little different from Danielle’s normal style of writing and it was to a certain extent. I had fun reading it but I did find the ending easy to guess. Part of the fun was imagining what I would do in Stephanie’s situation. Enjoy it I guess but burn the spandex.

I felt that Danielle Steele enjoyed writing this novel, it is a change from her normal formulaic style probably expected by her publishers but I did wonder how much of it was her own fantasy. Although I liked the book I found it easy to put down and pick up again later. Good for light reading and it entertained me on a train journey but not a fantastic book.

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The Strangest Breakfast

bloodylocationI woke up groaning, drum beating painfully inside my head. Tongue thick and dry, body drained – not unusual for a Saturday morning.

I wanted to return to my dreams, but imagined I smelt coffee. Thirst winning, I dragged myself out of bed. donned my threadbare maroon toweling robe, pushed my feet into my old-flapping carpet slippers and set off to investigate the unexpected aroma.

My dizzy descent downstairs was torturous, each step making my head pound. The smell of freshly ground coffee driving me on – more attractive than the stale ale surrounding me.

Normality fled as I opened the kitchen door. My stomach rumbled an hungry greeting at the welcome odour of cooking food – but how? What the hell had I been up to last night?

“Morning Louise, your breakfast is ready.”

Astonished to hear a woman’s voice, my head snapped round. The drums started up again, beating a painful tattoo on my brain. My eyes opened wide in disbelief at the odd sight before them.

There they were, sitting at my kitchen table: A plump, motherly type wearing a frilly apron – as yellow as her peroxide curls.

Opposite her, a man – small, balding and mean looking. Dressed in an old-fashioned white collarless shirt, black braces over the top.

Next to him a boy, gap-toothed and freckle faced. Head crowned with a mass of wavy ginger hair – clashing discordantly with his purple checked shirt.

All 3 looking at me expectantly – or were they? Confused, I glanced over my shoulder – nobody. I studied the room, yes it was my kitchen – unusually clean and tidy, but mine.I didn’t understand.

“Who?” I started to ask.

Fell silent, shocked to see the man swat the boy’s ear with the back of his hand, saying “Stop messing with your breakfast Jimmy.”

The woman calmly picked up a knife and carved a thick slice of bread from a crusty loaf. Who were they? She looked at me again, knife pointing towards me. Being a coward I decided to retreat.

“Where are you going Louise?” The woman waved the lethally sharp knife at me. I took another step backwards. “Get in here and eat your breakfast.” she ordered.

Bemused, I tried to put them right. “I’m not….” Didn’t get a chance to say any more.

“Do as your mother tells you Louise.” The little man thundered, starting up the drums again.

Exasperated, I ran my fingers through my uncombed hair. “She’s not…”

“Stop arguing young lady, you’re not too old to put over my knee,” He said as he clouted the lad’s ear again, presumably for laughing at me. The boy’s face screwed up in pain, mouth popped open emitting an unearthly wail. To be silenced abruptly as the despotic little man said menacingly. “JIMMY”

Angrily, I approached the table, ready to eject the strange trio from my house, “How dare you behave?”

Was interrupted again. “Sit down Louise – NOW!” His rodent like face red with fury.

With a kind of languid helplessness I obeyed, sitting down opposite Jimmy. The boy winked at me conspiratorially as mother put a plate in front of me.

“Here you are Louise, eat it while it’s hot.” She smiled warmly at me. Grateful to have two allies I eyed the steaming plateful greedily.

Eggs – sunny-side up, well-browned sausages, bacon and kidneys. Golden fried bread, mushrooms and tomatoes – a feast to tempt anyone but the strictest dieter or vegetarian.

But was it real? Only one way to find out!

Pass the sauce please Jimmy.” I requested. He handed the bottle over nicely enough, then the little brat kicked my shin. Glaring, I kicked him back, missed his leg, stubbed my toe on the chair leg. “Ouch.” I yelped.

“What’s going on?” Father asked.

“She kicked me.” “He kicked me.” Jimmy and I said simultaneously, conspiracy over,

“Behave yourselves, both of you.” He warned as Jimmy started to whine. “Eat, your mother went to a lot of trouble to make this lovely breakfast. Think of all the starving children who would be grateful for a meal like this.”

Feeling ashamed, I applied myself to my food. Picked up the ketchup bottle, turned it upside down, banged the bottom. Red goo gushed out, covering the mushrooms.

“Louise.” The obnoxious man shouted, snatching the sauce bottle from me. “How many times do I have to tell you? Go easy on the sauce – God knows what your insides are like!”

“Rotting away.” Jimmy chimed in, enjoying my discomfort – SWAT. It was my turn to gloat. I smirked before taking a bite of sausage.

“Bread Louise?” Mother offered me a doorstop plastered with butter.

“Yes please.” I accepted, content to be Louise for the sake of the tasty grub.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” The man bellowed. Never have I detested anybody as much as I did him. Angry words formed in my mind, I looked at him fiercely.

I couldn’t believe it – he actually slapped my hand. Knocked the fork out of it. On to my lap it fell, sauce covered mushroom dislodged, leaving a red trail as it rolled off my knee.

“Messy girl.” He blamed me. Furious, I was just about to stab his hand with my newly retrieved fork. Changed my mind as he threatened to swipe Jimmy again. “Stop laughing at your sister, eat your breakfast—I won’t warn you two again.”

Chastened we turned our attention to our plates.

“Tea Louise?” The woman asked, seemingly unconcerned at the violent atmosphere.

“I’d rather have coffee.” I replied, eying the percolator.

“You know you’re not allowed coffee Louise, you’re far too young.” The nasty little man interfered. Who did he think he was? How dare he order me around in my house?

Indignant, I opened my mouth to tell him to get lost – the wrong words came out. “Okay then tea it is.” I said weakly.

“Manners Louise.” He picked on me again.

“Please.” I added quickly, at seeing his hand twitch. Accepting the tea, I was careful to say thank you.

Enjoying the soothing effect the milky drink had on my dry throat, I was amazed to hear mother say – ”Put your blue dress on today Louise, it’s your ballet lesson this morning.”

I couldn’t help laughing. It was all very well pretending to be the unknown Louise for the sake of a scrumptious breakfast. Feeling the stubble on my chin, picturing my six foot tall, slightly overweight thirty year old body dressed in a blue frock, ridiculous. Even funnier to my eyes – ballet dancing, I just cracked up.

Thwack. My headache returned with excruciating speed. Fuming, I stood up, fists clenched.

“Sit down Louise,” He roared. “Manners, you ask to leave the table in this house.”

Deflated, I sat down, couldn’t believe I was hearing myself ask. “Please may I leave the table?”

Given permission, I slinked out of the room.

Upstairs, I washed and shaved. Was pleased to see me – Jonathon Ridley in the mirror and not Louise. I was relieved to find blue jeans in the wardrobe – no blue dress.

Once clothed, I went back downstairs, opened the kitchen door tentatively. Almost jumped with joy, no trace of them or the breakfast remains. Only the disorder left from the night before: Flies buzzing round empty cartons. Curry stains on the red-checked table cloth. Overflowing ashtray, surrounded by empty beer cans.

I must have been hallucinating – but why did I feel so well fed? Why was there a red sauce stain on my robe? Why did my ear hurt? Questions I’ve asked myself many times since. I don’t know what really happened – just hope it never happens again!

Written by Patricia Jones who owns the Creative Writer website

Euromillion Scam

Competition and lottery scams have been around a long time. There has been lots of publicity yet still many people fall for the scams making it worthwhile for the perpetrators. Following you will find a copy of an email that I received recently and my view of it.

Dear Price Winner,

We wish to congratulate you over your email success in our computer
balloting held on 1st June, 2007. This is a Millennium Scientific
Computer Game in which email addresses were used. It is a promotional
program aimed at encouraging internet users; therefore you do not need
to buy ticket to enter for it. You have been approved f or the star
prize of 1,000,000.00 Euro (One Million Euro Only)

To claim your winning prize you are to contact the appointed agent as
soon as possible for the immediate release of your winnings:

Please contact our European Agent:
Mr Rudd Van Bochem
euromillionbelgium2@yahoo.fr

(1) Ref No: EMES/WIN/007/05/10/MB
(2) Batch No: EULO/2707/444/908/07
(3) Ticket No: 01-1974
(4) Lucky No: 10-23-44-72-80
(5) Serial No: MUOTI/82536

You must contact the appointed agent with your Full Names, Contact
Telephone Numbers (Home, Office and Mobile Number and also Fax Number)
via email to process the immediate payment of your prize. The Validity
period of the winnings is for 30 working days hence you are expected
to make your claims immediately.
Once again congratulations!!!

CONGRATULATIONS!
To avoid mix up of numbers and names of any kind, we request that you
keep the entire details of your award strictly from public notice until
the process of transferring your claims has been completed, and your funds
remitted to your account.

Best Regards,
Mrs.Adline Haack
(Group Coordinator)

I immediately did a Google search and found as expected that Mr Rudd Van Hochem was well documented on the Internet. What normally happens with the advance fee fraud type of scam is that once they have hooked you in they ask in a follow up email for a fee to courier your winnings. BS! it’s a fee to line their pockets.

The biggest clue to it being a fraud is the use of a free yahoo email address rather than an official company email address. Also if you had genuinely won a prize they wouldn’t be asking you to keep quiet about it. Heck a genuine company would rather have lots of publicity.

If you are tempted to check it out and still tempted to go ahead when they ask for courier fees you could always test them by either sending them a payment link for the money via your online account, or as suggested on one site ask them for an up front partial payment and offer to sign a legal contract promising to pay them double the fee they are asking once you receive the balance.

If you have come across this or any other scams please warn others. You may add to this article by commenting on it.

For more information check out
www.data-wales.co.uk/nigerian_lottery.htm
www.419baiter.com/_scam_emails/419_emails_11-05_6.html

There are lots of sites dedicated to exposing scams, these are just 2 of them.

Memorabilia: Money For Nothing

tvmemorabiliaWe all get propositioned with ideas of money for nothing or little effort. I didn’t believe it was possible until I met memorabilia collector Steve Ferguson who was the victim of an interview that I did for a magazine article in 2000. Before I continue please bear in mind that the memorabilia prices quoted are for then and will probably be different now.

Bravely I trailed the two miles to Haworth, suffered the freezing winds blowing off those notorious moors and spent a most intriguing hour chatting to memorabilia collector Steve.

Made famous by the literary Bronte sisters Haworth is visited by thousands of tourists every year. Very popular with American and Japanese visitors, it’s the ideal location for Steve who was a lorry driver for twenty years before turning his memorabilia collecting hobby into a business in 1998. My interest was captured after hearing about him making a very nice profit from litter.

Yorkshire Relics is based in a unit in an old mill building. A relic itself with its mould stained walls. Entering the unit was an eerie experience, shelves reaching to the ceiling stacked with thousands of items that we have all thrown away. If everything had been fresh and new looking I would have thought that I’d gone back in time to one of those corner shops that sold literally everything. I found it so odd initially that I felt like doing a runner, but my discomfort disappeared once I met Steve who was very easy to talk to.

If I attempted to list all of the items on display it would take all week, so I’ll just mention a few to give you an idea of the collectibles which have some value to people like Steve. I saw old talcum powder tins, aerosols, boxes of bubble gum, tins of shoe polish, displays from shops, butter packets, chocolate bars, chocolate boxes, coke bottles, biscuit tins, cereal and washing powder cartons, anything and everything that had held consumable goods.

How many of you have eaten a packet of crisps and thrown the empty bags away? Do you know that each empty Walkers crisp packet featuring photos of the Spice Girls (on sale in 1998)is worth £1.50 in America because they were never released there?

Steve has picked them up in parks, off the street, out of bins – he’s sold hundreds! Unfortunately they are no longer on sale or I would have bought a box or two, but I have a friend who’s young daughter collected them for the pictures. There must be many like Laura who have saved them and they are bound to increase in value. I shudder to think of how many I chucked away while working at the pub!

Spice Girl Pepsi cans are also worth money in the States. In fact anything featuring a popular group or famous sports person, especially footballers have a value and are worth hanging on to.

Part of Steve’s business is hiring out memorabilia to film and T.V. companies. When you watch shows such as Heartbeat you will see some of Steve’s stock on display in the shops. But the real money is to be made in selling what we throw away every day.

The good news is that there is a market out there for reasonably up to date things and once you are aware of it an opportunity for anyone to make some money very easily. Although tins have a value the best sellers because they perish easier are empty cardboard cereal boxes, in particular the special editions. Plain early 90s boxes are now selling for £4.00 each, special editions £25.00 to £30, then the price shoots up to £45 to £50 for boxes featuring Startreck, Dr Who and the Thunderbirds from 1993. With the plastic toys they are worth even more.

Plain 1975 Persil cartons sell for £5 to £7.00. With a picture of Morecombe and Wise on the front they go for £10 to £15.00. Steve’s advice is never throw away anything featuring a known character or face. Once you’ve used the goods flatten the boxes and store them, it’s surprising how many you can get into a small space. Within a few years or in some cases less you will be able to make money from something you would normally throw away as worthless.

As a child I was often given annuals for gifts. Many people save these for keepsakes rather than the value. Annuals which sprang from some American T.V. programmes were only ever released here. Happy Days, Rawhide, The Monkees, Bonanza, Wagon Train, the Bionic Man and Woman are a few. American collectors are crying out for them, how many of you have still got them?

Abba were very popular in the seventies and like many stars spawned products which appealed to their fans. One example is a jigsaw that sold for 15p back then, now worth £10.00 each. A huge profit for something obtained so cheaply.

Anything that is no longer available has a value. We all know that old cigarette cards are collectable, but you never think that cigarette packets might be worth something. Players No 6 and No. 10 are no longer on the market so are now memorabilia.

I couldn’t resist asking about some of the things I have in my possession. One was a print of two women dressed in fifties fashions which was rescued from the basement of a shop which used to be a tailors nearly 50 years ago. Without seeing it Steve said that yes it will have a value. In fact anything to do with past fashions is saleable.

He has an Italian customer who comes over every three months to buy fashion items from the sixties and seventies for her shop that solely sells fashions from that time. She is constantly surprised by how many of her customers ask for a garment in a different size or colour when they are all obviously one-offs. I wish I’d hung on to my bell bottoms and hippy gear!

I asked about records, something most of us have a collection of. The most valuable are the ones that flopped or didn’t sell many. Because for instance Beetle records sold by the million there are still plenty of them about. The original sleeves add to the value and especially if they are in good condition.

I’m still a bit devastated about the collection of rugby league programmes my mother threw out when I moved down south for a while. I had around 200 from the early seventies – now worth £7.00 each. The full set from 1937 when Keighley reached the cup final £50 each. I didn’t ask about the ones from the fifties or the Man Utd. Ones I was too gobsmacked – it’s a good job I love my mother!

I haven’t got a sweet tooth but I might be buying them from now on and in particular toffees. Because it’s difficult to separate toffees from wrappers without tearing them very few escape intact. When I buy them I will look for special editions and ask for the box the sweets are displayed in. Apparently, because you only get one box to 24 or 48 sweets they are rarer and worth more. The same applies for any display cartons or boxes, all of which will cost you nothing if you ask.

Steve gets most of his stock for nothing. He says that he picks rubbish up from streets, delves into skips and has even been known to go through rubbish bins. I like to make some brass but there I draw the line!

I wanted to know just who buys our rubbish. Apart from collectors here and abroad (America and Australia have the biggest markets), Steve says that many people throw away the things that they bought as teenagers when they get married and leave home. A few years later they become nostalgic for their teenage years and want to replace the items which bring back good memories – says a lot for marriage!

There are magazines aimed at memorabilia collectors on sale in newsagents and of course there are the internet auctions at Ebay, Freeserve, QXL and Yahoo where there are strong memorabilia sections.

Steve’s advice for would be collectors or dealers is to concentrate on one line and make that your speciality. Over the years he managed to fill a 27 room house before renting the unit and a shop in Howarth’s Main Street. Imagine what would happen if he’d had a house fire, listing and explaining the value of the contents to his insurance company – very difficult!

My memorabilia collection started the day after I met Steve. I just happened to see some postcards and posters from a Carling Rock promotion at the pub and rescued them from being used as scrap paper. So my line is going to be pub promotional material. I just wish that I’d rescued the Guiness displays a bit back, apparently Guiness is the most popular among collecters – next time!

It’s difficult to understand why our rubbish is so valuable. One explanation is that genuine antiques are out of the reach of most of our pockets, rarer and a lot have gone overseas. Memorabilia is the poor mans version of antiques, but if you know what to collect there is no reason to stay poor!

Patricia wrote for Money Master magazine for 18 months and then went on to publish her own magazine for several years. Now she owns and runs several websites including

www.creativewriter.me.uk and www.ebook-world.co.uk


Singapore Travel: A Guide To Local Singapore Food And Drink

Singapore is commonly known as a shopping haven, a safe and secure traveling destination, a beach and city holiday rolled into one and a meeting point of many cultures and religions. Singapore is also the melting pot of many food and drinks from all over the world.

You can satisfy your gastronomic desire for sumptuous cuisines at any time of the day and anywhere in the island. Singapore’s unique blend of food and drink is considered so special that you can even join the Uniquely Singapore Shop and Eat Tour, and feast in the local cuisine as you explore the city’s ethnic districts and residential neighborhoods.

Here is a list of 7 must-try food and drink when you visit Singapore:

1. Singapore Sling

A cocktail originally invented for the Long Bar in Raffles Hotel in the early 20th century. The original recipe uses gin, cherry brandy and Benedictine, the concoctions though differ in other parts of the country and the world. The drink is shaken and strained into a glass before adding in club soda. You can find the drink in most bars in Singapore and on board flights of Singapore Airlines.

2. Chicken Rice

A local favorite, this dish has been touted as a national dish by several food critics. You can choose a serving of roasted, steamed or barbequed chicken with rice cooked in chicken stock and garlic. Add a dash of chili sauce and dark soy sauce, a plate of chicken rice is both a tasty and filling meal.

3. Laksa

While there are many versions of this dish in Malaysia, a Singapore version has its roots in the Peranakan community. Rice noodles are cooked in coconut spicy gravy and sprinkled with prawns, bean curd and chicken. A very rich and indulgent dish that will leave you craving for more.

4. Fried Carrot Cake

Certainly a comfort food for many Singaporeans, fried carrot cake is a mix of diced radish and egg tossed in soy sauce. A common hawker food, this dish is oily and spicy but promises a truly satisfying gastronomic experience.

5. Indian Rojak

Rojak is loosely used to mean a mix of several ingredients. There are Indian, Indonesian and Chinese rojaks in Singapore. The Indian rojak usually refers to a Muslim-Indian dish comprising of different vegetables, bean curds, fried dough mixtures and seafood served with a spicy and sweet peanut sauce.

6. Satay

If you are familiar with kebabs on skewers in Mediterranean dishes, Satay is the local version of meat on skewers. You can get chicken, beef and lamb Satays served with peanut sauce. Hotels usually add Satays as a side dish to its fried rice or fried noodles.

7. Ice kacang

An all-time favorite, Ice Kacang is a delightful dessert to end a meal. With a base of jelly, red beans, corn and Attap seeds, ice is grated on top of them and topped with various colored sugar syrup and condensed milk. A purely indulgent treat to satisfy your sweet tooth and a great way to quench your thirst in sunny Singapore.

Of course there is a lot more about Singapore than just food and drink. For more information about Singapore travel and a free guide and map just click on the link.

Or if you are looking for a wide selection of worldwide recipes and cooking advice visit the Yorkshire pudding blog!

Singapore Beach Resorts – Enjoy A Slower Pace Of Life In Idyllic Surroundings

Whilst it is advisable to come to Singapore for a city holiday, Singapore also has a limited number of resorts available for those who want to kick back by the beach and enjoy the tropical weather of this sunny island. Head over to Sentosa, an island reserved exclusively for recreation. Bask in the sun, take a swim or play beach volleyball on the sandy white beaches of Sentosa.

You can reach Sentosa by taking a cable car from Harbourfront Centre, or hop onto the orange Sentosa bus from the Bus Interchange or take the sky train. You may want to do a last minute shop for sun block, swimsuits and slippers at Vivo City before you go to Sentosa. Although those things are readily available in Sentosa, their prices are usually hiked up, so make sure you get these trivial but important things before you take the next cable car to Sentosa.

There are a variety of resorts scattered in the island of Sentosa, such as Amara Sanctuary Resort Sentosa, Capella Singapore, Costa Sands Resort, Rasa Sentosa Resort, Siloso Beach Resort, The Sentosa Resort & Spa and Treasure Resort. Since Sentosa is reserved specially for recreational purposes, the resorts here are surrounded by many interesting sightseeing spots.

Be prepared to use a good strong sun block as you lie down underneath the palm trees and enjoy a good book. Sports lovers can indulge in water sports like kayaking, water skiing, scuba diving and snorkeling if they are feeling energetic. Similar to Singapore, Sentosa is well-sheltered from the high seas by the surrounding islands. While there are regular high and low tides, the beaches are protected from dangerous sea calamities like the tsunamis or strong winds.

The three scenic beaches that line the island of Sentosa are Siloso beach, Palawan Beach and Tanjong Beach. They provide an ample choice of beach activities like beach soccer, beach volleyball, cycling and rollerblading. Sink into the tropical haven of Sentosa with its coconut palm trees, wooden huts and floating bridges. Take a dip into the sea too and cool your body from the tropical weather.

Take a nature walk, trek around the island or visit the many sightseeing spots available there, like the wax museum, butterfly park, Fort Siloso and many more. The resorts available may also have spas and gymnasiums for you to unwind and indulge your body and soul. You may also consider island-hopping by boarding a ferry from Sentosa to the different islands around Singapore. The scenic view of the islands provide a good backdrop for photo-taking sessions. Enjoy a romantic stroll down the beach or watch the musical fountain with laser display. Alternatively, you may want to board the sky ride and slide down the hill in a luge car.

While you can get a cheaper and wider choice of resorts in neighboring countries like Malaysia, Thailand and Indonesia, Singapore has a unique spread of resorts for a short beach getaway that are worth paying a little extra for. You get to enjoy an idyllic beach holiday with a peace of mind that the city – and civilization – is just a stones throw away.

Beautiful isn’t it? To learn much more about beach holidays in Singapore just click on the link.

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