So, post dentist...aw shucks it was nuthin'...only pain as we used to say in the Marines. Anyway, as usual I planted a mistake in the blog to see who would see it. 14 people spotted it, two of whom came from Devon. The name of the Montgomery Hotel used to be The Dolphin....
And so to the town meeting of some of the candidates for Police Commissioner. We in Devon vote tomorrow. So 15th November will be a great day for some...like some 65 year olds, who I am sure don't look their age...rather like me....yes, I belie my age after living a life of frugality, hardship..(pass the bucket) but wait, I haven't finished. Of careful dieting, like Chinese and Indian ta....Okay leave it at that.....and yes I have put on weight.....er...
Back to why I went to hear the candidates. Only one stuck out for me and he was Independent.......the Labour candidate ticked all the boxes, she was bright and clearly had the gumption to be a commissioner.
Christmas....do you quake with fear when you hear this word...In all my years I have never spent Christmas with my grandchildren. It isn't that I am persona non grata, I can see them whenever I like, in Southport or Hungerford,but not at Christmas...any other time yes..but Xmas is reserved for my ex..or the 'other' grandparents ...As someone so very dear to me once said...It's not fair.' Words forever burned into my conciousness....If only I could make amends...if only.
I could go to see the bankers in Jersey of course....or I could travel...I guess you could put that down to the gypsy in me, or rather as my DNA tells us, we are Immigrants from a district in Norway where the vikings built their little ships....Viking...yes..its odd isn't it, lots of people who hail from Liverpool have in their DNA, a little string which under the microscope spells out the word. SCOUSE and when archaeologists examined Viking ships they discovered an old Norse word...yes, you've guessed it.....scouse.
LES LUNT.COM
Les Lunt is the best selling author of Logan's Touch, The Ghosts of KG40, Unintended Consequences and his latest novel, A Hurricanes Tale. Find Les at - www.leslunt.com
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
November 15 is just more than a birthday...(tongue in cheek!
It's not a good day today...why should it be? Well, for one thing I am off to the dentist...thankfully not for an extraction, just a bit of repair work. Tomorrow is an important day...not just a special birthday for someone...but a vote for Police Commissioner....Now I am not too sure about this. If the job goes to an ex-policeman...all well and good. I don't like the idea of either Tory or Labour..(perhaps even worse a Lib-Dem) running the cop shop. And the cost? Why not appoint more police officers? This crazy idea must have come from the brain of someone who thought people like George W were the bees knees. Did it emerge from the brain of Tony Blair while taking prayers with George W? As my mum would have said..it's crackers.
Enough. Two books on the stocks now of equal length and are likely to go to editing together. The Battle of Britain....(there is more to this title but I shall for the present leave it at that, and my favourite book so far: The Surgeon....this is my best so far...what can I tell you about it without giving the rival camp an idea? Okay.....To begin with the term surgeon is somewhat of an oxymoron..he's a consultant cardiologist who believes heart disease can be beaten without cutting, in other words, surgery. A well trodden pathway in the USA with surgeons like Dr Dean Ornish in San Francisco, this brilliant young surgeon/ doctor has written several books on the treatment of cardiac disease by careful diet and complete change of life-style. Others in the USA tread the same path, Dr Glen Goldberg of Seattle, Lester Morrison, and Dr Walther Kempner speculated that coronary heart disease could be reversed by low-fat diet.
But I have given too much away, save to say that Dr Marc d'Angelo discovers he has a sister; long ago adopted away by his mother when she was a student at The Slade. His mother ( a widow) meets her ex lover who now lives in the USA. Is she sure it's him? One word passes between them, a word known only to them that expresses their love....
It doesn't end there, and what of Katy, the 'child' adopted away? Where does she come into this tale of long lost love, a new found sister, and a surprizing end.
I point out that the town in the book is Honiton, my adopted town...where I drink coffee at Cafe Bar 102 with mates, and where I struggle weekly in the council (as a councillor) trying to understand the modalities of modern politics....The Council, I swiftly point out does not enter the pages of my book.
So there we have it. A week where I expect to hear from Leicester, a town I love but have not darkened its streets for many years....as I said, my pal is an archaelogist at the Uni....Richard 111 lies
in State under a sheet awaiting an identity. everyone is speculatling, it's him I am sure...
I mentioned in my tweet about a trip to Penrith where there is pub that Richard (as a young prince) stayed. I was shown his room, now partly derelict, a bed headboard certainly dating from the period, and artifacts that set my heart a buzzin' This was Richard's house, no doubt in my mind.
Lastly, having a beer in the Montgomery Hotel in Honiton I learned two facts.The Montgomery was once The Pelican Inn....where in 1944 General Montgomery and Dwight D Eisenhower stayed overnight due to bad weather conditions on their way down to the south coast beaches.
And, Henry V111 was kept waiting for his future Spanish wife, expected at Southampton, a storm intervened and she ended up in Plymouth (Guzz) of all places. Katherine of Aragon arrived late...who can blame her. She stayed the night in Honiton, and continued on to London and into the history books.
LESLUNT.COM
Enough. Two books on the stocks now of equal length and are likely to go to editing together. The Battle of Britain....(there is more to this title but I shall for the present leave it at that, and my favourite book so far: The Surgeon....this is my best so far...what can I tell you about it without giving the rival camp an idea? Okay.....To begin with the term surgeon is somewhat of an oxymoron..he's a consultant cardiologist who believes heart disease can be beaten without cutting, in other words, surgery. A well trodden pathway in the USA with surgeons like Dr Dean Ornish in San Francisco, this brilliant young surgeon/ doctor has written several books on the treatment of cardiac disease by careful diet and complete change of life-style. Others in the USA tread the same path, Dr Glen Goldberg of Seattle, Lester Morrison, and Dr Walther Kempner speculated that coronary heart disease could be reversed by low-fat diet.
But I have given too much away, save to say that Dr Marc d'Angelo discovers he has a sister; long ago adopted away by his mother when she was a student at The Slade. His mother ( a widow) meets her ex lover who now lives in the USA. Is she sure it's him? One word passes between them, a word known only to them that expresses their love....
It doesn't end there, and what of Katy, the 'child' adopted away? Where does she come into this tale of long lost love, a new found sister, and a surprizing end.
I point out that the town in the book is Honiton, my adopted town...where I drink coffee at Cafe Bar 102 with mates, and where I struggle weekly in the council (as a councillor) trying to understand the modalities of modern politics....The Council, I swiftly point out does not enter the pages of my book.
So there we have it. A week where I expect to hear from Leicester, a town I love but have not darkened its streets for many years....as I said, my pal is an archaelogist at the Uni....Richard 111 lies
in State under a sheet awaiting an identity. everyone is speculatling, it's him I am sure...
I mentioned in my tweet about a trip to Penrith where there is pub that Richard (as a young prince) stayed. I was shown his room, now partly derelict, a bed headboard certainly dating from the period, and artifacts that set my heart a buzzin' This was Richard's house, no doubt in my mind.
Lastly, having a beer in the Montgomery Hotel in Honiton I learned two facts.The Montgomery was once The Pelican Inn....where in 1944 General Montgomery and Dwight D Eisenhower stayed overnight due to bad weather conditions on their way down to the south coast beaches.
And, Henry V111 was kept waiting for his future Spanish wife, expected at Southampton, a storm intervened and she ended up in Plymouth (Guzz) of all places. Katherine of Aragon arrived late...who can blame her. She stayed the night in Honiton, and continued on to London and into the history books.
LESLUNT.COM
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)