Been doing a little graphics design...
What do you think to the New Logo?
Tuesday 31 May 2016
Monday 30 May 2016
Political blurb... BREXIT
It's not usually my style to use my blog for politics but with Brexit looming, it's a chance to have a say on this.
I was walking through the town the other day and an exit supporter stopped me to lobby for exit.
He asked what my vote may be. I replied stay in the EU.
HIS return was quite irritating... 'Why be a sheep?'
'I beg your pardon' was my irritated reply to which he astutely picked up on having insulted my freedom of choice...
The conversation flowed for a little until I left him with my parting thoughts which disagrees with his.
Why stay? Well as a Gibraltarian, the ramifications of leaving the EU are very bleak for Gibraltarian sovereignty and freedom.
I was brought up in the closed border days and we thrived, however the integration between communities is under threat now.
As my fellow author, CP Ridgeworth wrote in her book Battle For The Three Miles, the fiction in it may become reality.
What made things worse, they gave my grandson an exit balloon.... I needed a pen to add no.. To it
Brexit is bad for Britain and worse for Gibraltar...
Please vote wisely, don't let scaremongering and poorly informed politicians and public members cloud your judgement.
Stay in and say a very bold No to Brexit
Website update
I've been updating my website and here's the link below.
The issue is that I can't get the latest book on it yet... Hilarity in the Hills.
It's a potential problem but I'll try again later when I'm a little less annoyed!!
In the meantime, here's the website link
Saturday 28 May 2016
Kindle Deal
Legally Lucky is only 0.99 on Amazon Kindle UK and more...
My first born, my first flirtation with writing...
It's available NOW
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Enjoy the read
Friday 27 May 2016
Bite sized snippet of Mental Dental (MBP)
My best selling novel, Mental Dental (Murder By Proxy) is a thrilling ride into a criminal world of psychopathic Health Care professionals.
This book is a meeting between "The Usual Suspects" with Kevin Spacey et al and Serial Killers you would never suspect.
It is a work of fiction but could it really happen?
No this is not a crime solving manual but it is innovative, inspirational and entertaining, what a good book should be!
here is the first chapter to entice you - the first of sixteen gripping chapters
His thumping heart raced at a rate of knots, as if trying to escape from his chest wall. A copious amount of sweat was pouring from every pore of John Massey‟s body, stinging his eyes as it trickled down his face. His cold and clammy hands, clasped in despair as the point of no return fast approached with each passing second. His mouth felt as dry as a bone and he didn't want to be where he was.
The day he had dreaded for so many weeks had finally arrived, and the hour of potential torture and pain was now unequivocally unavoidable.
He sat in the cold, clinical waiting room, a bundle of nervous fear stuck on an uncomfortable and well-worn chair, firmly between the white walls scattered with posters of people with perfect, gleaming smiles. Trying to remain composed and focused, he attempted to divert his worries and think positively. He watched the public interact with the friendly receptionist as she tapped their details on her computer and smiled at the grateful punters as they smiled back and made follow up appointments.
'Why can't I be like that?' he thought to himself.
John was in his thirties and an accountant by profession who was no stranger to stress. However, he quizzed himself on why he was being so scared and negative at coming to the dentists and why he would react in this way, every time he had to be there. He knew the inevitability of this all was worthwhile in the end and after all, what was the worst that could happen?
This was his local dentistry centre, a seven partner practice that he had been coming to since he moved to this small town in the south east of England with his parents as a young child. His mum used to bring him here and no matter how good the dental practitioner was, he would still get frightened and dread the whole experience. His parents were dead and he was unmarried so there was no one around to hold his hand and reduce his apprehension and anxiety.
He was resolute in getting through the torment and John always tried to be brave and face this ordeal but for some unapparent reason, he caved in to the feelings of fear and helplessness, transforming into this quivering wreck. Visiting the dentist was not on his list of great days out or wonderful things to do in life…
The small aquarium buzzed with life as the innocent and colourful fish swam aimlessly between the bubbles of air being pumped out from a plastic sunken ship that lay on the colourful blue gravel base. The purpose of this display of nature was supposed to sooth nerves and relax potential victims of the tyrannical Torquemada trained dental health professional he would be facing but it did not seem to do much for him.
John tried to think of other things and reassure himself that this trip to the dentist was necessary and that it may not be as horrific as he was making it out to be. However, this was not happening, the more he tried to think about something else, the more images of a large handed, drill wielding monster came to mind.
'Mr Massey' John heard, being called out by a young lady dressed in a gleaming and clean white gown and a face mask resting under her chin, exposing a kind smile of reassurance.
No blood or mangled body parts to be seen, this was a good sign.
'Oh, that's me' he said as he clambered clumsily and timidly off his seat, knocking a fellow patient‟s magazine off his hand and onto the floor.
He apologised, recovered it and made his way to the young lady who waited at the door to the corridor of fear, the corridor that led to the rooms that were set off from it and into the torture chambers full of drills, hammers, needles and other menacing tools of pain.
'Please don't be nervous Mr. Massey, everything will be just fine' the young lady said reassuringly.
'My name is Dr. Jessie Stack; I will be your dentist today'.
John felt better but a little awkward as he had been expecting a male dentist equipped with big hairy arms and strong forearms that were used to pulling heavily against gravity and extracting the most cumbersome of molars.
'I am ever so sorry, I am a little anxious at being here at the dentist' John uttered.
'Please don't worry, we get many nervous people here and let me assure you my colleague Wendy, the dental nurse and I will look after you'.
She continued by pointing at the bucking bronco like chair in the middle of the room and said 'please take a seat here, and mind your head on the lamp'.
John obliged by following these instructions, sitting on the examination chair and clasping his hands tightly on his chest as he did so. He had managed to avoid an extra bump on his head and then Wendy, the dental nurse, proceeded to place a waterproof bib on his chest, this covered his nervous, sweaty palms that were now clamped shut like a vice on each other.
Jessie then asked 'what can we do for you today?' to which John explained in a weak voice that he had been experiencing some discomfort to his back teeth and he had noticed some blood on occasions when he had brushed his teeth.
Jessie then politely said, 'Let us have a look then, can you please open your mouth up as wide as you can, thank you' as she popped the mask over her mouth and nose.
She then proceeded to place the light above the chair over his cavernous mouth, then put some disposable gloves on and switched the light on placing the dentist mirror in his mouth. She then started to call out some numbers as she prodded the dental probe into his gums.
John was getting more nervous, curious as to what she might find, what would be involved in rectifying the damage, how much would it cost and more importantly, how much would it hurt?
As the numbers flew out of Jessie's mouth she then paused and said 'ah yes, we have the culprit here, a cavity on your right lower molar with associated abscess, we will need to do something with that right away'. What then followed was what John had dreaded, Jessie explained the treatment and then she uttered those words 'you need a root canal on that…'
He had previously required this intervention and he recalled it was painful, very painful. He started to perspire more and his pulse rate seemed to double with the adrenaline surge that had ensued following these words.
The anticipatory fear was evident as both the dentist and the nurse said 'are you okay Mr. Massey, you have gone a little pale?'
He was obviously far from comfortable with this but he nodded and they proceeded to inject his gums with some anaesthetic. There were two jabs to the site and it was done, well this bit anyway. Wendy asked him to sit out in the waiting room again for a few minutes for the anaesthetic to take full effect and they would start on the job in hand once the gum was numb.
John obeyed clambered off the chair and went out clumsily into the crowded waiting room. He sat on a chair, quietly anticipating the drilling, re-drilling and pulling of things from his oral cavity. He watched as a child was being called in by his dentist and tried to remain brave. He felt numbness to his right side of his face and thought 'good, the anaesthetic is working'.
Suddenly the strangest feeling occurred, the numbness was no longer contained to the lower jaw, he could feel a rush of warmth across his face that was increasingly widening, he now seemed to no longer be able to move his head or mouth, he found he was then not able to move any of his limbs, he was pinned to his chair and unable to anything about this, he had no control over these bizarre effects.
'This is very strange' he thought but could not address this as he was now fixed to the seat.
The busy waiting room bustled with life as Handel's water music was being piped out to the reception room as a soothing background. It was too loud for anyone to hear his mumbled call for help… he then felt his chest become heavy and felt breathless. Was he having some kind of untoward reaction to the injected drug?
Quite quickly, he felt he was becoming sleepy and his eyes shut and his hearing seemed to change frequency, echoes now that were fast becoming distant and then they came to an end, the noises had stopped.
It was approximately twenty minutes from when he sat out that the young girl that had gone in with her mum to see the dentist had come out of the clinic room and was back in the waiting room.
Wendy addressed the waiting room from the corridor and called John back by saying 'Mr. Massey, do you want to come back in?'
There was no reply, no movement and no attempt from John to return to the surgery room, he remained sat on his chair, eyes closed and peaceful.
'Mr Massey, the dentist is waiting for you, please come through' Wendy exclaimed again, but with equal abandonment of reactions from the patient.
Other patients were now taking an interest in this waiting room drama that was developing; a patient was ignoring a staff member and what was going to happen now?
At this point Wendy approached him and nudged his left shoulder slightly. There was no response and although it was the deftest of touches, this nudge was enough to send John propelling slowly sideways and falling towards the patient next to him.
The lady screamed out as John's limp body slumped against her 'oh my god is he dead?'
Wendy was alarmed to say the least and desperately called for help when the truth became apparent to her and the waiting room full of patients. They were horrified by the fact that John Massey was indeed dead.
Children screamed, mothers clasped their offspring to their protective bosoms and hurtled out of the building, screaming. The staff now surrounded the patient, threw him to the floor and commenced basic life support and CPR whilst the young receptionist had now abandoned her computer and was calling the paramedics. Chaos had ensued in an otherwise mundane world of community dentistry. What could have gone so dreadfully wrong?
The public were kept out by the clinic staff and as the paramedics arrived, within minutes of the desperate call for help, they were directed to the mortally wounded soul that lay on the floor, ashen and lifeless.
They took over from the staff and like a green clad cavalry, worked on John, thumping his chest, inserting cannulae into veins, injecting drugs, giving oxygen and intubating his airway. They even considered an attempt to shock his heart but due to the absence of any electrical activity, this consideration was soon abandoned.
They continued to try and resuscitate him but after forty minutes, they declared him deceased.
John Massey now lay alone on the previously clean floor, chest exposed, tubes protruding from his lifeless body.
'This is a mess, a complete mess' Wendy exclaimed to one of her colleagues.
'I have never seen this happen before in over fifteen years of working as a dental nurse, what could have gone so wrong'?
This was indeed not a common sight in a dental surgery, what made it worse was that the victim was someone that was young and apart from being a little nervous and anxious he was otherwise fit and well…
There were going to be questions that needed answering urgently, people did not die in dental surgeries, not like this anyway.
The practice manager telephoned the police at the request of the paramedics. She then addressed her colleagues and asked that everyone please not touch anything and sits in the staff room, they all comforted each other and did as they were instructed.
John Massey's body was covered up with a blanket to restore some dignity to the unfortunate soul and the doors were firmly closed to the public. The reception staff started to call the rest of the patients who were booked for the day and cancel their appointments. None could continue to work, not after this incident.
Dr. Jessie Stack was crying as were others, aghast at what had transpired as this was far from “a normal day at the office”.
The dentists, nurses and administrative staff sat quietly for a few minutes, the distant sirens of the approaching police cars were getting closer. They then heard the screech of brakes outside the building and the Practice manager, Julie, let the police officers in.
Initially there were two officers but soon they seemed to multiply as more officers came.
After hours of questions and statements, the police and Scenes of Crimes Officers had gathered all the evidence, especially the syringes and vials that had been used on the day, the clinic room, reception area and the body had been photographed, evidence catalogued and John Massey was released to the coroner.
His body was taken away in a black body-bag which was zipped to the top and made this already sinister scene more morbid.
There was no next of kin to be informed. There was still, the big question of why this had happened and what could have caused this?
Dr. Stack was distraught, inconsolable and as she saw it, the prime suspect. She had done everything by the book. She was a young but experienced dentist whose practice was unflawed, so what had gone wrong? She had never even had a complaint in the six years she had been a dentist and now as the newest partner in this thriving practice, it was the last thing she needed.
She asked herself: 'Was it something in the vial of anaesthetic?'
'Was he allergic to anaesthetic, even though he had received this product in the past as his documented records clearly stated?'
'Was there foul play?'
'God forbid … was this a murder?'
'If it was, what were the motives if any and who had done it?'
Questions and more questions but no answers… these were up to the police investigation to reveal and they needed to come up with some very definite answers.
At this point, the reporters were gathering outside the surgery, like a pack of hyenas stalking their prey, eager to get a story to fill their pages with, especially one as tragic and as unusual as this one. There was also a small mob of worried and equally inquisitive members of the public, many who were patient‟s at that same dental practice and obviously keen to establish a cause and avoid a recurrence if one was found. Already they had started to make stories up, blaming this dentist or that dentist as they may have been less courteous to them in the past or inflicted more pain than tolerated during a filling. One member even speculated at the victim being 'bumped off by the secret service' even though they did not know the victim, but if it makes life interesting…?
A week had passed and this otherwise thriving and busy practice was everything but busy, patients either took their business elsewhere or they lived with their dental pain. It had wrecked their business. It had wrecked patient confidence in them. It was dreadful.
A week had passed and after toxicology and post mortem examinations were concluded, the cause of death was recorded as accidental death, possibly due to anaphylaxis. The toxicology results were inaccurate as some of the drugs that had been injected by the paramedics into Mr. Massey in an attempt to save his life may have caused the results to be inaccurate.
A sad end to a life but no misadventure or wrong doing, was this right or was something more sinister occurring?
Was there still something that was left untapped?
Intrigued?
Want to know what happened?
I know you are so: download your own copy of Mental Dental (MBP) via this Amazon link
If it's a paperback version you want, this is also available...
Enjoy the ride!!
This book is a meeting between "The Usual Suspects" with Kevin Spacey et al and Serial Killers you would never suspect.
It is a work of fiction but could it really happen?
No this is not a crime solving manual but it is innovative, inspirational and entertaining, what a good book should be!
here is the first chapter to entice you - the first of sixteen gripping chapters
Chapter 1
The Dreaded Dentist's Waiting Room
The day he had dreaded for so many weeks had finally arrived, and the hour of potential torture and pain was now unequivocally unavoidable.
He sat in the cold, clinical waiting room, a bundle of nervous fear stuck on an uncomfortable and well-worn chair, firmly between the white walls scattered with posters of people with perfect, gleaming smiles. Trying to remain composed and focused, he attempted to divert his worries and think positively. He watched the public interact with the friendly receptionist as she tapped their details on her computer and smiled at the grateful punters as they smiled back and made follow up appointments.
'Why can't I be like that?' he thought to himself.
John was in his thirties and an accountant by profession who was no stranger to stress. However, he quizzed himself on why he was being so scared and negative at coming to the dentists and why he would react in this way, every time he had to be there. He knew the inevitability of this all was worthwhile in the end and after all, what was the worst that could happen?
This was his local dentistry centre, a seven partner practice that he had been coming to since he moved to this small town in the south east of England with his parents as a young child. His mum used to bring him here and no matter how good the dental practitioner was, he would still get frightened and dread the whole experience. His parents were dead and he was unmarried so there was no one around to hold his hand and reduce his apprehension and anxiety.
He was resolute in getting through the torment and John always tried to be brave and face this ordeal but for some unapparent reason, he caved in to the feelings of fear and helplessness, transforming into this quivering wreck. Visiting the dentist was not on his list of great days out or wonderful things to do in life…
The small aquarium buzzed with life as the innocent and colourful fish swam aimlessly between the bubbles of air being pumped out from a plastic sunken ship that lay on the colourful blue gravel base. The purpose of this display of nature was supposed to sooth nerves and relax potential victims of the tyrannical Torquemada trained dental health professional he would be facing but it did not seem to do much for him.
John tried to think of other things and reassure himself that this trip to the dentist was necessary and that it may not be as horrific as he was making it out to be. However, this was not happening, the more he tried to think about something else, the more images of a large handed, drill wielding monster came to mind.
'Mr Massey' John heard, being called out by a young lady dressed in a gleaming and clean white gown and a face mask resting under her chin, exposing a kind smile of reassurance.
No blood or mangled body parts to be seen, this was a good sign.
'Oh, that's me' he said as he clambered clumsily and timidly off his seat, knocking a fellow patient‟s magazine off his hand and onto the floor.
He apologised, recovered it and made his way to the young lady who waited at the door to the corridor of fear, the corridor that led to the rooms that were set off from it and into the torture chambers full of drills, hammers, needles and other menacing tools of pain.
'Please don't be nervous Mr. Massey, everything will be just fine' the young lady said reassuringly.
'My name is Dr. Jessie Stack; I will be your dentist today'.
John felt better but a little awkward as he had been expecting a male dentist equipped with big hairy arms and strong forearms that were used to pulling heavily against gravity and extracting the most cumbersome of molars.
'I am ever so sorry, I am a little anxious at being here at the dentist' John uttered.
'Please don't worry, we get many nervous people here and let me assure you my colleague Wendy, the dental nurse and I will look after you'.
She continued by pointing at the bucking bronco like chair in the middle of the room and said 'please take a seat here, and mind your head on the lamp'.
John obliged by following these instructions, sitting on the examination chair and clasping his hands tightly on his chest as he did so. He had managed to avoid an extra bump on his head and then Wendy, the dental nurse, proceeded to place a waterproof bib on his chest, this covered his nervous, sweaty palms that were now clamped shut like a vice on each other.
Jessie then asked 'what can we do for you today?' to which John explained in a weak voice that he had been experiencing some discomfort to his back teeth and he had noticed some blood on occasions when he had brushed his teeth.
Jessie then politely said, 'Let us have a look then, can you please open your mouth up as wide as you can, thank you' as she popped the mask over her mouth and nose.
She then proceeded to place the light above the chair over his cavernous mouth, then put some disposable gloves on and switched the light on placing the dentist mirror in his mouth. She then started to call out some numbers as she prodded the dental probe into his gums.
John was getting more nervous, curious as to what she might find, what would be involved in rectifying the damage, how much would it cost and more importantly, how much would it hurt?
As the numbers flew out of Jessie's mouth she then paused and said 'ah yes, we have the culprit here, a cavity on your right lower molar with associated abscess, we will need to do something with that right away'. What then followed was what John had dreaded, Jessie explained the treatment and then she uttered those words 'you need a root canal on that…'
He had previously required this intervention and he recalled it was painful, very painful. He started to perspire more and his pulse rate seemed to double with the adrenaline surge that had ensued following these words.
The anticipatory fear was evident as both the dentist and the nurse said 'are you okay Mr. Massey, you have gone a little pale?'
He was obviously far from comfortable with this but he nodded and they proceeded to inject his gums with some anaesthetic. There were two jabs to the site and it was done, well this bit anyway. Wendy asked him to sit out in the waiting room again for a few minutes for the anaesthetic to take full effect and they would start on the job in hand once the gum was numb.
John obeyed clambered off the chair and went out clumsily into the crowded waiting room. He sat on a chair, quietly anticipating the drilling, re-drilling and pulling of things from his oral cavity. He watched as a child was being called in by his dentist and tried to remain brave. He felt numbness to his right side of his face and thought 'good, the anaesthetic is working'.
Suddenly the strangest feeling occurred, the numbness was no longer contained to the lower jaw, he could feel a rush of warmth across his face that was increasingly widening, he now seemed to no longer be able to move his head or mouth, he found he was then not able to move any of his limbs, he was pinned to his chair and unable to anything about this, he had no control over these bizarre effects.
'This is very strange' he thought but could not address this as he was now fixed to the seat.
The busy waiting room bustled with life as Handel's water music was being piped out to the reception room as a soothing background. It was too loud for anyone to hear his mumbled call for help… he then felt his chest become heavy and felt breathless. Was he having some kind of untoward reaction to the injected drug?
Quite quickly, he felt he was becoming sleepy and his eyes shut and his hearing seemed to change frequency, echoes now that were fast becoming distant and then they came to an end, the noises had stopped.
It was approximately twenty minutes from when he sat out that the young girl that had gone in with her mum to see the dentist had come out of the clinic room and was back in the waiting room.
Wendy addressed the waiting room from the corridor and called John back by saying 'Mr. Massey, do you want to come back in?'
There was no reply, no movement and no attempt from John to return to the surgery room, he remained sat on his chair, eyes closed and peaceful.
'Mr Massey, the dentist is waiting for you, please come through' Wendy exclaimed again, but with equal abandonment of reactions from the patient.
Other patients were now taking an interest in this waiting room drama that was developing; a patient was ignoring a staff member and what was going to happen now?
At this point Wendy approached him and nudged his left shoulder slightly. There was no response and although it was the deftest of touches, this nudge was enough to send John propelling slowly sideways and falling towards the patient next to him.
The lady screamed out as John's limp body slumped against her 'oh my god is he dead?'
Wendy was alarmed to say the least and desperately called for help when the truth became apparent to her and the waiting room full of patients. They were horrified by the fact that John Massey was indeed dead.
Children screamed, mothers clasped their offspring to their protective bosoms and hurtled out of the building, screaming. The staff now surrounded the patient, threw him to the floor and commenced basic life support and CPR whilst the young receptionist had now abandoned her computer and was calling the paramedics. Chaos had ensued in an otherwise mundane world of community dentistry. What could have gone so dreadfully wrong?
The public were kept out by the clinic staff and as the paramedics arrived, within minutes of the desperate call for help, they were directed to the mortally wounded soul that lay on the floor, ashen and lifeless.
They took over from the staff and like a green clad cavalry, worked on John, thumping his chest, inserting cannulae into veins, injecting drugs, giving oxygen and intubating his airway. They even considered an attempt to shock his heart but due to the absence of any electrical activity, this consideration was soon abandoned.
They continued to try and resuscitate him but after forty minutes, they declared him deceased.
John Massey now lay alone on the previously clean floor, chest exposed, tubes protruding from his lifeless body.
'This is a mess, a complete mess' Wendy exclaimed to one of her colleagues.
'I have never seen this happen before in over fifteen years of working as a dental nurse, what could have gone so wrong'?
This was indeed not a common sight in a dental surgery, what made it worse was that the victim was someone that was young and apart from being a little nervous and anxious he was otherwise fit and well…
There were going to be questions that needed answering urgently, people did not die in dental surgeries, not like this anyway.
The practice manager telephoned the police at the request of the paramedics. She then addressed her colleagues and asked that everyone please not touch anything and sits in the staff room, they all comforted each other and did as they were instructed.
John Massey's body was covered up with a blanket to restore some dignity to the unfortunate soul and the doors were firmly closed to the public. The reception staff started to call the rest of the patients who were booked for the day and cancel their appointments. None could continue to work, not after this incident.
Dr. Jessie Stack was crying as were others, aghast at what had transpired as this was far from “a normal day at the office”.
The dentists, nurses and administrative staff sat quietly for a few minutes, the distant sirens of the approaching police cars were getting closer. They then heard the screech of brakes outside the building and the Practice manager, Julie, let the police officers in.
Initially there were two officers but soon they seemed to multiply as more officers came.
After hours of questions and statements, the police and Scenes of Crimes Officers had gathered all the evidence, especially the syringes and vials that had been used on the day, the clinic room, reception area and the body had been photographed, evidence catalogued and John Massey was released to the coroner.
His body was taken away in a black body-bag which was zipped to the top and made this already sinister scene more morbid.
There was no next of kin to be informed. There was still, the big question of why this had happened and what could have caused this?
Dr. Stack was distraught, inconsolable and as she saw it, the prime suspect. She had done everything by the book. She was a young but experienced dentist whose practice was unflawed, so what had gone wrong? She had never even had a complaint in the six years she had been a dentist and now as the newest partner in this thriving practice, it was the last thing she needed.
She asked herself: 'Was it something in the vial of anaesthetic?'
'Was he allergic to anaesthetic, even though he had received this product in the past as his documented records clearly stated?'
'Was there foul play?'
'God forbid … was this a murder?'
'If it was, what were the motives if any and who had done it?'
Questions and more questions but no answers… these were up to the police investigation to reveal and they needed to come up with some very definite answers.
At this point, the reporters were gathering outside the surgery, like a pack of hyenas stalking their prey, eager to get a story to fill their pages with, especially one as tragic and as unusual as this one. There was also a small mob of worried and equally inquisitive members of the public, many who were patient‟s at that same dental practice and obviously keen to establish a cause and avoid a recurrence if one was found. Already they had started to make stories up, blaming this dentist or that dentist as they may have been less courteous to them in the past or inflicted more pain than tolerated during a filling. One member even speculated at the victim being 'bumped off by the secret service' even though they did not know the victim, but if it makes life interesting…?
A week had passed and this otherwise thriving and busy practice was everything but busy, patients either took their business elsewhere or they lived with their dental pain. It had wrecked their business. It had wrecked patient confidence in them. It was dreadful.
A week had passed and after toxicology and post mortem examinations were concluded, the cause of death was recorded as accidental death, possibly due to anaphylaxis. The toxicology results were inaccurate as some of the drugs that had been injected by the paramedics into Mr. Massey in an attempt to save his life may have caused the results to be inaccurate.
A sad end to a life but no misadventure or wrong doing, was this right or was something more sinister occurring?
Was there still something that was left untapped?
Intrigued?
Want to know what happened?
I know you are so: download your own copy of Mental Dental (MBP) via this Amazon link
If it's a paperback version you want, this is also available...
Enjoy the ride!!
Thursday 26 May 2016
Mental Dental - still biting at the charts
The Usual Suspects meets Dentistry.
An enthralling and entangling story line dotted with clever deaths and psychopathic shenanigans that need to be stopped.
A unique story that will keep you guessing and hooked from start to finish.
The main character of the story struggles against all odds to overcome her status of murder suspect to Heroine.
This is a nail biting thriller full of twists and turns, one you need to get your teeth into to (pun intended).
Following the sudden and unexpected death of a patient on the dentist chair in her practice, Dr Jessie Stack is facing her worst nightmare. Discredited and facing incarceration, she has to try and fathom out what really happened,
Accused of murder, her world in a spin, she now has to try and beat the charge and uncover the truth.
She embarks on a journey of discovery and detection to try solve the sinister psychopathic plot that is truly to blame and catch the menacing yet innovative perpetrators...
Mental Dental (murder by proxy) is a challenge of the mind, your mind, pitching your detective skills to try and solve the conundrum she faces.
A tall tale with a lot of bite.... find out who is killing these innocent dental patients, seemingly unconnected and more importantly, why they are being slaughtered.
Join Dr Jessie Stack as she tries to prove her innocence following the unfounded accusations of murder. A gripping, innovative and entertaining spine chilling thriller that is different in every way.
Its bark is not worse than its bite.
I must warn you though... Please Don't buy it if you treasure your sleep and don't read it if you regularly attend the dentists, it may put you off!
On the other hand, I dare you read it.
The reviews are few but the feedback encouraging. A lot of tongue in cheek and irregular cold killing but a compelling read that one day may be the basis for an entertaining best selling serial or film... watch this space.
Survey results
I recently conducted a survey to see which book to follow up on.
The most popular book to follow up on was Mental Dental (Murder by Proxy)
This is exciting for me as a relatively inexperienced author as it has started the ideas flowing for the follow up novel.
I aim to make it as exciting, exhilarating and innovative as the first one... Now it's just about finding time to devote to writing it... a holiday is due soon so an opportune time to take these ideas, construct them into a credible, powerful story that will make me proud.
Watch this space
The most popular book to follow up on was Mental Dental (Murder by Proxy)
This is exciting for me as a relatively inexperienced author as it has started the ideas flowing for the follow up novel.
I aim to make it as exciting, exhilarating and innovative as the first one... Now it's just about finding time to devote to writing it... a holiday is due soon so an opportune time to take these ideas, construct them into a credible, powerful story that will make me proud.
Watch this space
Tuesday 24 May 2016
Goodreads
Link to my Goodreads scores... Not all my books covered on it but not bad really
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Thursday 19 May 2016
Gibraltar Author needs help
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Favourite from the Infirmary
For all of you that have read any of the Phantasms in the Infirmary series... Which story was your favourite chiller?
Why?
What made it memorable?
Let me know your thoughts
Tuesday 17 May 2016
Downloading frenzy
Great to see that Hilarity in the Hills is getting lots of attention... Keep them coming.
A great summer holiday read about a catastrophic summer holiday.
Thursday 12 May 2016
Imagine your life 100 days from now...
For people who want to be rich someday.
Imagine your life 100 days from now... If you hand a landslide win on the lottery.
How would you assimilate the change in luck?
Would it change your life?
Would it be for the better?
'Legally Lucky' entertains and entangles readers into an unexpected world of deceit and unhappiness.
Not what one expects from becoming a multi millionaire.
The Story is a sweet and different take on being rich with some important considerations to appreciate life.
Don't take my word for it... Read it this week.
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Monday 9 May 2016
Poem... MONEY
My first flirtation with writing was Legally Lucky.
It addresses the true riches of life, money being low in the list of importance.
Here's a poem I wrote about it...
Summer holiday reading...
With the summer holidays firmly around the corner, here's a chapter from Hilarity in the Hills.
Situational comedy that can occur and does occur to anyone.
The Budget Airline Experience
Tuesday July 11th, 11:00 hrs (GMT): Travelling to the regional airport was a doddle; parking was far from this as the confusion in the amount of car parks made the chances of error higher. ‘Long stay car park, which one is the long stay car park? The sign posting is shit’ a bemused and baffled Jerome stated. ‘Please do not swear in front of the kids’ Ann corrected her husband about his choice of words. ‘But it is, please look at it, is it this long stay one or the other one, why can’t they just number the blasted things and then we could find the number and just Park?’ Jerome retorted in rhetorical frustration before adding ‘No it’s too easy; let the bastards work for their space…’ ‘Please mind your language’ Ann reiterated. ‘Sorry dear, sorry kids but it does do my head in why they don’t use any logic in the design of these places’ the engineer supplemented to his car parking theory. Eventually finding a good spot in the right car park, the family headed into the terminal in order to join the queues and endless checks before they bordered their flight and their holiday was underway. However, nothing ruins a holiday more than travelling with a budget airline. They had locked the car and taken the entire luggage they needed with them, it was the point of no return. After acknowledging what was the right area of the expansive terminal building to head to and identifying they needed to be at the other end of it, the family picked up the huge suitcases and bags and darted towards desk A7. As they approached area A, they noticed the long and winding queues, like a scene from World War II with concentration camp inmates waiting to be shepherded into uncertainty. People were gloomy and to a point, hopeless instead of being happy and joyful at the prospects of foreign travel and rest. Ann noticed that there was an especially long queue and hoped they weren’t going to join the snaking mass of people. ‘Oh no, said Sophia, it is our queue…’ They joined the end and walked slowly forward, a claustrophobic and cumbersome process as the queue allowed little space between parties. If anyone clocked the speed of this long line, it may have registered at fifty centimetres per hour!! ‘Ridiculous’ was all Ann could think of, quickly getting impatient and frustrated herself however never succumbing to swearing as her husband did. They eventually got to the check-in desk. And moved forward to book in. the attendant eventually looked up at the family and addressed them ‘Where are you flying too?’ as she put her hand forward to obtain documents she had not asked for… Unfriendly and discourteous attendants, with their over made up faces, disguising their evil behind a mask of powder and paint, including a painted smile that was steeped in a false sense of security. This lady, one presumes she was a lady by her makeup but… was not a “people’s person”. Ann muttered to Jerome ‘She obviously doesn’t earn enough to care for the passengers she is supposedly there to serve. However, did she have to be so unhelpful or was this in her job description’? Jerome handed over the paperwork and the four passports. The devil in uniform handed the passports back and asked them to open them up on the photo page… obviously a disability she suffered from or an allergy to flicking through papers? They complied but at this point Ann was close to snapping and swearing but it would have got her nowhere and the attendant would have been justified in her poor attitude and lack of service. Next obstacle was the weighing of the suitcases. Jerome placed the suitcases on the massive scales at the side of the check-in desk. The woman looked at them and said next, then again but as she weighed suitcase number three of four, she said, ‘you will have to pay more for this one, you are two kilogram’s over weight’. ‘What do you mean?’ Ann snapped at the woman, proceeding to point out that they had weighed them at home and if anything they were under, between the four cases… ‘The terms and conditions clearly state that the weight of the cases should not exceed 15 kilograms per case and not a cumulative weight, if the fourth case is less than 15 kilograms you will have to transfer two kilogram’s onto the other case and then we will allow them into the plane’ If anyone needed to be corrected about her language it would have been Ann but thankfully she swore in silence. She smiled externally and complied. Jerome took the cases off and put them to the side, fumbled through his pockets to find the keys and opened the two cases up. Anne had to open the suitcases by the side of the queue as people leered at them as if superior to the family who now felt like poorly prepared and disorganised non travellers… furthermore she was showing the suitcases contents to all who cared to have a look. After five minutes, she had transferred some of the children’s clothes from one case to another and they attempted to get the “witches” attention but to no avail. Jerome, who had tried to be patient and not get too pissed off now addressed the woman: ‘Excuse me madam, I know you have seen us try to speak to you, you have chosen to ignore my wife and now you either book these cases in or I will find your superior or your CEO in Ireland and have you sacked and ensure you never work with the public ever again’… He was shaking but as the woman was about to say something the queue and others surrounding them started to cheer and clap. The horrible woman blushed in embarrassment, weighed and accepted the suitcases through, no mention of whether they complied to the 15kg rule or not. Ann kissed her brave and assertive spouse and they then made their way through the passport checks. They were joining another even longer line up but it didn’t matter. They had fought the system and won. From then on it was going to be a nice holiday. Or so they hoped…! They had managed the x-ray and metal detector tests, 100 ml challenge, stripped off their jackets, belts and shoes and were now air side. This was the point of no return, success. Now all they needed was a calming hot drink and wait to board. Boarding was another race, as the airline did not have any seats allocated to the passengers, it was a free for all however Jerome managed to get all the hand luggage in as Ann jostled the children into a free area of seating, managing to get three seats together, Jerome was four rows back but he had a seat on the aisle and could “visit” his family during the flight. Their flight was uncomfortable but uneventful and on arrival on French soil, their cases were returned intact so all was well. At the car hire desk, the clerk was helpful and they even upgraded their car to a Renault Laguna estate with the highest spec in the range. Now they had to set the Satellite Navigation system to take them to their destination from Clermont Ferrand airport which would only take them about ninety minutes. Clermont-Ferrand, was the city nearest to their destination but still a fair drive away so this would be the reference point to civilisation. This was part of Vichy France during the Second World War and the Vichy government had sided with the Nazis, endorsing their far right policies. ‘I hope this has all been extinguished from the population?’ Ann added in conversation. ‘I’d hate it if there is anything like this still persisting as we are foreigners and god knows how we might get treated?’ Jerome retorted. Only time would tell… With all the bags and passengers securely in the vehicle, they drove off on their short drive. They estimated their arrival at 3pm. The Farley’s would be on their way and soon, the combined families’ holiday would start in earnest.
If you want to explore the rest of the novel, it's on Amazon to buy now. Kindle or Paperback format.
Saturday 7 May 2016
Politics mis-explained
My wife and I were enjoying a nice pot of tea and a scone with cream send jam in the sunshine today. We'd just had a lovely, cultured walk around the Gibberd Gardens in Harlow. We were sitting outside the Gibberd tea room and overheard a father explain politics to his two children aged around 8-9 years.
Both of us feel terrible for not intervening in the indoctrination, brain-washing and utter balls this man was spouting... But protocol, politeness and not ruining the children's opinions of their mis-informed father was our choice, not to react... One cannot change the world at times, energy fails and bigots exist, no matter what.
Anyway, he was saying Frederick Gibberd was a great architect and that he designed Harlow for people who were non-aspiratonal, happy to live in bland housing and all looked the same... He was right about Gibberd being a visionary but that was the limit of his correctness.
He didn't like roundabouts, and Harlow does have a load, however if he did not know how to manage a car around a roundabout, we would not hold that against him.
He then linked in politics... Asking if they were aware of the main political parties in England.. Really???
Shouldn't he have spent time going around the gardens with his offspring and learning about art, sculpture, nature etc. Rather than just sitting at the tea rooms!
He explained that conservatives allow those who work hard to make a difference to their lives, labour was socialist and this was a slightly less extreme from communism and that these were not good for society!
We managed to remain outwardly calm and inwardly seething!
Is it any wonder that the world is full of misinformation and cruelty. These kids will grow up believing this rubbish.
What other 'lessons' are being downloaded to them via the parental units?
I doubt this blog will be read by these ignoramus couple but let's put some facts straight.
Socialism is not evil.
All opportunities are made by hard working people and they are not governed by the politics they follow.
Harlow people have aspirations, aspirations to make Harlow a great place to live in, a safe community that allows equality.
The houses are similar but certainly not the same.
Harlow has a lot going for it and does not have People who have no aspiration... Some people choose to live here because of the wealth of opportunities it offers, diversity and proximity to London, Cambridge etc.
The saving grace was that the children did not seem too bothered by dad's blurb as once he finished his misinformation, all they said was... Can we go and look at the sculptures now!!
Thankfully, they did!
Thursday 5 May 2016
Ghosts and spirits, angels and demons
Paranormal activities in hospitals are plentiful.
Why?
Well there are a lot of deaths leasing to some unexplained phenomenon occurring.
My series of short stories involving spooky manifestations and cross overs from another dimension are based on accounts from friends and colleagues in the healthcare profession.
They cannot always be quantified by science but the fiction makes entertaining reading.
Visit my amazon author page and get a copy of either Phantasms in the Infirmary, Phantasms in the Infirmary Vol II, The Ultimate Phantasms in the Infirmary or Fantasmas en el Hospital (spanish version).
You can then make up your mind.... Are these Angels or demons.
Don't have nightmares!
Wednesday 4 May 2016
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Tuesday 3 May 2016
15 tales of hospital horror
The ultimate Phantasms in the Infirmary A compendium of ghostly tales... 15 tall tales of hospital horror. Stories to make you feel the goosebumps and hairs in the back of your neck stand up with fright.
The facts are that apart from the graveyards and cemeteries, hospitals are probably the only other environments that will see and experience so much death.
Not every ghost or spectral phenomenon is malignant and evil.
Some remain for other reasons and some are trapped between worlds.
Their presence is subject to hard evidence and belief in them is subjective to the personal experience of the individual.
Due to the nature of my profession, I have spent most of my adult life in different hospitals. Each has its own supernatural myth and story as individual as their speciality or discipline.
My personal experiences are few but I always remember the first ward I worked on nights in.
I had managed to work without encountering any ghosts or spooks, or feeling any ill feeling of any sort. One particular night, we had two deaths on the ward, a male medical ward. The shift was busy and the cold, dark and busy night seemed to drag. By the end of the shift, I felt tired but accomplished, the remaining patients were safe, the meds had been dispensed and the patients were well looked after. The day shift had arrived and the charge nurse asked ‘how was the night shift then’? I informed him of the two deaths.
His remark was ‘did you see the nun then?’‘What nun?’was my innocent reply…‘Well, in this ward, when there is a death there is a spectral form of a nun that glides through the ward and stops off at the person that is about to expire’ he added, almost casually.
This casual remark was to have a big impact on the young student nurse that I was at the time. For the rest of my placement on the ward and the remainder of the stint on nights, I was never comfortable. Granted, I never got to see the ghostly nun but none the less, it left a mark on me. Thirty three years plus later, I have never seen a ghost but it has always intrigued me to hear what others have seen or encountered. I walked many a dark corridor and encountered lots of uneasy feelings but never seen a ghost. For this I am thankful however I have been captivated by the genre that is so specific within my profession, the hospital horror story.
This has led to my writing Phantasms in the Infirmary Volumes One and Two. These two books catalogue some of the stories that have been shared by friends and colleagues, adapted into a form of light entertainment that will hopefully help wallow away the hours and trigger the imagination. Volume II is my contribution and if there is a demand for Volume III then I hope Julie will join me in writing these to add more to the next one.
Care to visit? Opening hours are up to you...
In the meantime, don’t have nightmares.
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The book... a kindle version of 'The Ultimate Phantasms in the Infirmary'
The price... still 0.99 but for two more days.
Make it a certainty to download your copy as soon as possible. Don't be haunted by the missed opportunity.
It's on offer on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.
Read it and judge for yourselves if 0.99 was well spent!
Monday 2 May 2016
Rugby weekend
I had the opportunity of attending a rugby match between the army and the navy at the home of British rugby, Twickenham.
Brilliant atmosphere with 82000 spectators enjoying the sport, banter and a few jars.
It was fenomenal and a credit to all the attendees. Not one fight, lots of laughs and friendly rivalry.
The stadium itself was awesome and the organisation was Regimental... Pardon the pun.
The score was 26 all but the navy won the tournament.
I was supporting the army!
As a neutral really, I was there for the atmosphere and the love of sport and it was well worth the long journey. The trains were packed and full of fun too, very unlike a quiet commuter train.
This Babcock cup tournament between the army, navy and airforce takes place every year and if I have a chance next year, I will be there.
Brilliant and well done to all.
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