Monday, 26 December 2016

Christmas Ins & Outs 2016


·         Having an unhealthy liking for Offal
·         Harbouring a sick sexual desire for Angela Eagles Muzzie.
·         The re-emergence of Charlie Dimicks nipples.
·         Saying 'Bunkum' whilst trying to appear angry.
·         Backstabbing a nice genial Hippy.
·         flicking chickpeas at your cat.
·         Blaming Corbyn  for the Christmas shits.
·         Calling everyone 'Jack'.
·         Pseudo pricks.
·         Agreeing to disagree .
·         Proclaiming in a boastful manner that you have a small penis.
·         Shoplifting a single Mushroom.
·         Hoping your ex was caught up in the Turkish coup.
·         Jonathon Owens’ Mrs.
·         balsa wood undies
·         salt n pepper ribs
·         Coming out of a coma (go ‘ed Elaine! And Les!)
·         (Persian) Merseyside Corduroy lingerie
·         Discussing Octopi
·         Nights out with your best mates nan
·         Mouthing swear words at the priest during Mass
·         Watering your tele
·         Wearing anal beads with pride for Sunday mass
·         Paolo and Donetti’s
·         Leeds fans back at Anfield
·         Planting a sausage
·         Deciding to deviate
·         Filling your mates toilet tank with porridge oats
·         Onion Banjo’s
·         Devo
·         Bumfluff butties
·         Re-growing your old flick
·         Cold custard straight from the can
·         Deliberately being a cantankerous twat
·         Curry pasties
·         Christmas knickers
·         Christmas Kickers
·         Slow mo wanks
·         Punching the wall and breaking your hand when LFC score against you in the last minute, in the derby
·         Filling your socks with stuffing and pineapple chunks
·         Drinking a pint of gravy
·         Throwing ollies at leccy legs
·         Furry dicks


·         Christmas undies
·         Signing off every message with a turban emoji
·         Getting Lynx Africa again
·         Getting drank under the table by your daughters
·         Gear stick wanks
·         Remembering Pete Burns, fondly.
·         Proper WOOL colleagues commenting..on anything
·         Craving a carvery
·         Having no empathy
·         Snobby ex punks, thinking they are the only punk that mattered or existed
·         Having beef on FB
·         Dingle
·         Twitter experts
·         Bulging ball bags covered in soup
·         Stalking Don Letts
·         Wools using scouse expressions
·         Getting offered Charlie every 10 yards when you’re walking down a street in Portugal with your teenage daughters.
·         Saying "just wow",
·         Korean billy (annoying little prick)
·         Zlatan’s vagina
·         being sociable
·         Coffee sandwhiches
·         Knowing about cars
·         Noticing the noticeable bulge
·         Fantasising about covering Theresa May with salt and pepper flavouring
·         Brass bands at the match
·         Political posts on social media
·         Christmas
·         Not having a filter
·         Chirpy cockneys
·         Fashioning a bra from the Liverpool Echo
·         Bootle Blert (Nuttall)
·         Grey beards
·         Hillsborough songs in The ‘Angus
·         Parry’s
·         Sensitive soles
·         Leccy Legs
·         Aigburth
·         Ignoring yer mates calls
·         Not writing any ins & Outs for 10 months
·         Figging
·         Drinking your mates present
·         Defending Simple Minds
·         Mustard smoothies
·         The UB40 family divorce
·         Hiding the MDMA under your forskin

Tuesday, 2 August 2016

After Call Work: Verbal Warning (After Call Work #1) by Ryan Bracha

After Call Work: Verbal Warning (After Call Work #1)
Sometime last year I reviewed a book called “Thank You for Your Call” by Robert  Leigh
This was my review

Hmm, this could have been so much more. The idea of a call centre worker going out and murdering some of his overzealous complaining callers is one that appealed to me. I was hoping for a character similar to Serge in Tim Dorsy's series...twisted, evil, funny and sadistic with a unswerving sense of righteousness about his deeds. But I found the lead character as annoying as his callers. Of course the book ended with our man on the verge of a new conquest and I guess in time he could become a bit more cynical and humorous about what he does...but i just felt a little let down that the author seemed a little reluctant to inject joy and fun into the killing spree

So, I come to read After Call Work, by one of the UK’s most exciting “indie writers” around, Ryan Bracha.
If you have read any of his previous work you will know that, apart from his dynamic, no nonsense writing style Ryan Bracha isn’t afraid to deliver, hilarious, inventive and twisted characters and story lines. From the scarily prophetic Dead Man series where he regaled us with the stories of a gang of rogues and rebels trying to make sense of a un-united kingdom that had closed its doors to the rest of the world to his hilarious true life short stories (“The banjo string snapped but the band played on”,  “Bogies, and other equally messed up tales of love, lust, drugs and grandad porn” and other twisted tales like “The Switched” and “Strangers are just friends that you haven’t killed yet”, you dive into the mind of a man who can find humour and love in the most evil and violent worlds imaginable.
So I was particularly excited to see Bracha take on the world of the call centre after I felt let down by my previous reading experience in that world.

As you would expect, he doesn’t disappoint.

Although this book is probably as normal as it gets for Bracha (and his characters are based on people he met when he worked in a call centre, I believe). The sad but hilarious decent into murder, rim jobs and STD’s of the books two main characters, Barry (the overweight,  socially inept  loner who is cruelly and mercilessly bullied by his contemptible protagonist, Steve and the other main character Penny (the sexy heroine, loose of morals, nice heart, unfortunate choice in sexual partners). Penny shows a glimpse of humanity towards Barry after a devastating incident in the call centre toilets and the story takes a twist in more ways than you can imagine.

Penny’s fall from Grace is met head on by Barry’s sad infatuation and soon enough people start to die and the reader is treated to all manner of twists and red herrings that prevent the story from being in anyway predictable and keeps your avid interest from start to finish.

Bracha’s stark and often brutal portrayal of his characters is one of the reasons he is such a great writer and although this outing is set in the real world, in real time with no supernatural or dystopian aids to take it elsewhere, the characters and the situations they find themselves descending into makes this as thrilling as any of his previous books. 

I am always disappointed when I finish a Bracha book and this was no exception. So I was delighted to see that After Call Work is book 1 of an up coming series and I just know it’s going to get even funnier and twisted with each book. I can’t wait for the next one.

If you haven’t read any books by Ryan Bracha, this may be the ideal one to prepare you for the rest.

If you haven’t read any books by Ryan Bracha, you must be a knob.

Wednesday, 20 July 2016

Book review Deadinburgh (hunted) Mark Wilson

dEaDINBURGH: Hunted (Din Eidyn Corpus #4)

So,  my favourite series of books comes to a final conclusion. I would be dismayed but the ending of this series leaves a door open for similar fayre from the talented Mark Wilson (Can’t really elaborate further without spoiling plot..Y’know the score).

Anyone who’s followed my reviews on here will know how much I’ve enjoyed the series thus far. The story began with the initial imprisonment of plague sufferers under the grounds of St. Marys church in Edinburgh and how centuries later all hell was let loose in Edinburgh when the crypts were opened and zombie-like survivors ate and killed through the population of Modern day Edinburgh.  In a short time, the UK government erected a wall / fence around the entirety of Edinburgh sealing in survivours and Zombies (The Ringed) alike.

Throughout the series we have gotten to meet some of the survivours including the main young heroes of the tales (Alys and Joe), as well as other regulars like Steph, James and one of my favourite villains of all time, “Bracha” (whose true identity is revealed in book 3 of the series, causing your humble narrator to spit out his rice crispies in utter shock and mirth!) There have been important characters throughout the books, none more so I guess, than Joe and Steph’s parents and Joes adopted father Figure, Jock.  
Wilson brings them all to life with unnerving reality (especially given the nature / genre of the books) Each and every character is brought to life, flaws and all. This is no twee Young Adult series…not by a long chalk. The killings, battles, fights and even the family relationships are brutal.  But there is humour, sadness and Uplifting moments aplenty throughout all of the first 3 books of the series and (thank you Mr Wilson) an epic good versus evil battle. (theres also a story changing  twist  to the end of book 2 Deadinburgh, Alliances). I thought that was it….,game over after the defining book 3 battle.  I was gutted. I felt that there was so much more to build on.

I was right.

This final instalment not only ties up all the loose ends brilliantly, it also introduces brilliant new characters like The Deacon, Jess, The Eunuch and a  whole new sinister cult, founded decades earlier when they sealed their privileged arse's in a golf club house community and its surrounding lands, away from contamination and the Ringed.
Joe’s father makes an unexpected and unwelcome return and thankfully, for everyone’s entertainment, the twisted and tortured Bracha returns.
This is where it’s difficult to discuss without giving too much away to you unfortunates who haven’t read any of the series.
Behind the scenes of the internal hunts, battles, infections and slayings is an even more sinister monster…and after Joe and Alys meet up with Joes father an even bigger event unfolds that puts the entire world at risk.
Will it survive, will our heroes survive? ..I swear that I read the final few chapters open mouthed as Wilson uses his literary talents to paint images of despair, hope, victory, defeat, death and life and  more death firmly in your mind’s eye.

I was genuinely happy / sad when it all finally ended as Wilson has such a brilliant knack of drawing you in emotionally to his characters. The ending for these particular group was nigh on perfect for me…and around this ending Wilson intertwined some new twists and tales that firmly opened the door for a new adventure that left me with a smile on my face whilst my brain and heart were mourning the final end of the Deadinburgh stories.

I can’t recommend this book (and its 3 predecessors (Vantage, Alliances and Origins)  enough.
Enthralling. 5 out of 5

Buy it here

Wednesday, 25 May 2016

Johnny Mac & The High Explosives - Cry Mercy (Album Review)


by Johnny Mac & The High Explosives

John McGlone is the charismatic Singer - song writer, lead vocalist in legendary Merseyside band Western Promise. You might have seen my album review of their brilliant album "Here Comes a Revolution" on these pages around Christmas (if not have a gander here, ) it was one of my favourite albums of the year and I told of  how I loved how they stick to their roots and wear their hearts on their sleeves by continuing to deliver the high quality Punk Ska  / Reggae  that they've been listening to and belting out since the 1980's. 
I also said that big Johnny Mac was one of the most underrated singer songwriters the region has ever produced and I stand by that.

Now in 2016. Johnny has released a solo album that has taken me on a whole new roller coaster ride.
Gone are the heavy reggae baselines and the pacey punk rock vibes in comes a wonderful world of beats, samples and dance grooves. Whilst it was a shock to the system on first hearing, it becomes obvious quite quickly that above it all the punk ethos remains. In that respect there's an obvious comparison to Big Audio Dynamite  (Punk meets Dance grooves and samples). But to be honest, Cry Mercy has a sound all of its own. The anger, politics and social comment that we associate with Western Promise are all present and correct and if anything, maybe even a little angrier. 
The Likes of  Burn down Babylon,  Evil Black Heart and I Got Nothing but my Soul contain some of Johnnie's most poignant lyrics and the rest of the album is chock a block with great songs, massive tunes and an array of beats and rhythms to raise yer spirits and move yer auld fat arses.
The Production is immense and I was left pondering how this would perform chart wise if the likes of Strummer or Jones had released it.

The best track by far for me is, Mother of a Million Dead, a political anti war rant that builds into a song of pure epic proportions! Its worth the album price alone.

Go buy this brilliant album, yer mingebags!  Support our local musicians. There's not many around as honest and hard working as Big John and defo not many locals who have produced an album of this quality in recent years!

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Saturday, 2 April 2016

The End Fanzine Bumper (late) Easter Edition! Ins& Outs. Poetry, Bobble hat rants and book reviews

End Fanzine Bumper Easter Edition

Having a thumb like a sausage roll
Finding a cat under your foreskin
Not reacting to stimuli
Cows lick’s
The Lovely Eggs
Not liking positive feedback..
Preferring Genesis to Floyd...
Still being the drunk on the bus..
Having a pasty face but not being on the brown...
Mapping out your future...
Being despised...
Living in an asylum voluntarily..
Following the postman..
Having a goatee beard when your eight....
Updating things all the fookin time...
Cursing curses
Pretending you’re a brief...
Being truthful to the priest...
Weird welsh sheep staring you out ...
Medication time...
Being a lying bastard...
The gentrification look.. ...
Tango grannies...
Rhino thighs..
Conversations about carrots...
Space cakin MARY BERRY....
Borstal Tattoos...
Being a sly fucker..
Inviting Mormons to have a line..
Not being up for it ?..
Arguing with all bran..
Enjoying hiding in the bog...
Going alone....
Grinding your teeth in the boot of a car..
Sympathy for rats..
Saying wot the fuck much too early...
Never seeing the bigger picture..
Having a degree in foot fetishism..
Babbling like a loon..
Living naked on the banks of the Mersey..
Banjo nites in Kirkby..
Exchange homes in Dovecote..
Not giving a duffle coat a chance..
Eerie sounds ..
Being sure your a cunt..
Being stitched up like a kipper.and quite enjoying it....
Dying your balding barnet...
Asking wots the time scale in an annoying media accent..
Switching switches...
Blow backs with the pet guinea pig...
Tapping the table to give credence to the bullshit coming out your gob...
Big cracks...
Owning a villa in Birkenhead..
Massive glasses....
Being a third generation cokehead..
Setting your alarm off and watching no one giving a fuck...
Appreciating mountains from the car park then going on the  piss....
Agreeing for perverted reasons...
Donald Trump rinses !!!!!
Still doin’ Gary's when your 60!!
Drug cheats.
Normal chippies..
Wembley anything
Confiding to tramps ?..
Rat trap diplomacy..
Panicking seagulls

New shiny friends..
High standards..
Mingebag, broosted, relatives....
Becoming bezzies with someone u met in the back of a bizzie van ....
Not knowing or caring wot the fuck word structure is...
40 plus gell eads....
Being under the radar for years n years...
Willing victims..
Planning Ladies day from a secure unit..
Having a big red whisky kipper when u don,t touch a drop...
Looking at your phone when someones boring the arse off you..
Saying Bizzies much to often...
Being a treasurer...
Worrying about fuck knows wot...
Tit-heads on the line at the kids footie..
Admiring a lying window cleaner..
Saying innit for no apparent reason..
Still talking about fictitious mobs involved in fictitious battles in the 80,s...
Rescuing yourself......
Having a guardian goat...
Commenting on issues you know fook all about...
The T.J Hughes revival in BOOTLE....
Looking for Whales in the LEEDS LIVERPOOL canal...
Being intimate with cheesecloth...
Grinning like a knob ead...
Honest haircuts..
Preferring Thelma to Daphne in Scooby Doo...
Messaging aliens...
Squat thrusts in the chippy.
Rejecting helpful advice
Being mildly psychotic.
Dog Turd eyes
Keeping your favourite carrot warm (in your special place)
Colouring your nipples
Eating cold curry for breakfast
Using cold curry for sex games
Dreaming of curry flavoured edible panties
Asking your boss to film you taking a shit
Overzealous zealots
Oversized sigh’s
Shoplifting in poundbake
Taking 2 viagra an hour before your job interview
Shaving your dogs head
Pissing in you nans slippers
Presenting your bulge with pride
Explaining ins and outs to an American
Scary flaps
Thinking that being Gay excuses you for acting like a prick
That gorgeous boss..who is the biggest twat in the world
Getting pissed with your neighbours daughter
Donald Trump’s miniscule testicles
Sock breath
Covering yer dick in batter
Cardboard socks
Waterproof jackets for goldfish
Blaming immigration for soggy fish fingers
Using a condom to smuggle an affordable hot dog into the match
Old Swan
Staring at your dogs anus until you can see Jesus’s face
Launching scotch eggs at your 7 yr old daughter, using a catapult;
Finding inspiration in Farmfoods
Using butter in a myriad of ways
Sliced coffee
That burning sensation you get when you take a piss
Leaving a jack-in-the box inside the toilet
Pouring vegetable oil into the hood of the man sitting in front of you on the bus
Finding Derek Nemo
Having a party in the lining of your coat
Setting fire to perms
Steamed budgie
Being hasty
Being tasty
Being Nasty
buying yer kids scrambler bikes ...
posh gifts from the Dingle ...
acid house revivalists ...
Roby with Huyton..
lard Arse bikers in need of a scrub sneering at scooters...
talking about Latino drug barons....
becoming a decent person..
the Danny Devito look...
hoarding hoards..
joining a gang when aged 43...


Easter Time folks Poetry n Prose (if you have the dough bub bum) 

Like a must see film I know  I’ll never see  . 
Score in a brothel surely not me 
A visit to the dose clinic it closes at three
Facebook and friends is not for me.

A school re-union, it’s looking fine
but most of my classmates are doing time
or saving for BENIDORM deary me ,
Facebook n Friends is not for me.

You Like things you don’t like, prattle on like a tool 
Too many wines turn this tool to a fool
see I luvv everybody its plain to see
Facebook n Friends is not for me.

Me? her ? or is it her n me?
two glasses MOET, You can’t beat
Originality, a couple of strawberries, cozy T.V
Facebook n Friends is not for me.

So here I sit in computerised gloom
Me’n the cat we’ve got plenty of room
The screen breaths new life  sacre bleau, can it be?!
some sad lonely fucker has accepted me !

It’s alright that FACEBOOK


What did we do before cookery shows?
Go out drinking, come to blows.

What did we do before cookery shows? 
Tubby trendies being amazed
Is it unhealthy salary or cherries to glaze?

This tastes really pukka or did he say puke
The food banks are growing no need for rebuke,
See we’re all chums together ‘pass me the heather
Goes nice in this weather.

With Peruvian mushrooms and clotted ‘cream
Nip down to SAINSBURYS, Nigellas a dream.
Absolutely... the buzz word in unreality land
These pat on the back cretins I can’t fuckin stand...








Not a Poem

Oh this is not a poem sorry to disappoint you sherry sippin’ dreamers! More a piece of socio something history. An item of clothing I spotted at Wembley on a recent cold and as it turns out dismal visit.
IT concerns head wear and I’m not referring to the 100% misnamed jesters hat, (strangely popular with Man City fans ) or the alleged cockney baker boy hat, mocked by fashion victims in North Face baseball hats, blag Hugo Boss polo shirts and Matalan sneakers.,

Step forward the bobble/ ski hat. Popularised in the early 80,s as documented in the glorious pages of  The End magazine (we always called it magazine for that is what it was…. fan of no one) The bobble hat is back !! . The craze in the Mersey region for Bobbble hats in the early to mid-80s quickly spread further afield… Mancunian land the ever receptive county of Yorkshire and even bonny Scotland. Too soon the loathsome sectarian half n half hat appeared, to the delight of bigots. It was a sure fire success. Liverpool / Rangers, Liverpool / Celtic,  Everton / Celtic, Rangers / Everton  hats (maybe linked to the ongoing troubles in Ireland ) reached saturation point. .Hair also started getting longer, loose curly perms starting to peak out, coupled with the not too fondly reminisced "Muzzie"..

At a rally in the as then mining town of Leigh during the 80s Miners strike I witnessed an obviously confused young chap resplendent in a Liverpool / Man Utd / Rangers bobble hat!? Yes a thirds hat (for I can think of no other thing to call it). Hopefully the Mental Health Act was applied in its fullest and most vigorous fashion!.... this fella needed help..I never did see a Christo centric Everton / Celtic / Rangers hat . Political Correctness was not big at the time. Even a tambourine bashing Harry Krishna would have threw up at that one!. The more enlightened folks would say a Tranmere / Ross County hat provoke  or have any menace attached? Judging by the fashion gurus who police away games the empathetic answer is watch yer back.
The latest item to irk the Gok Wan Jihadists  clad in black, travelling up down dale in support of THEIR team is the dreaded half n half scarf! The symbol of globe trotting , smiling product placed clones who descend on Anfield, Highbury, Old Trafford, Celtic Park et al.  A selfie beamed back to Kuala Lumpar in less time than it took for the hot dog man outside the Kop to suffocate your tasty evening meal with steaming . addictive aromatic onions, in days of yore. (These days jumbo shite anything outside the ground will set you back at least a tenner, the working class game is slipping some say being dragged out of our grasp).. Like a red rag to a bull this selfie will have the holy grail of hate held aloft, the half n half scarf. The End staff have thought long and hard over this one. Soul searching tears walks the usual fare similar to when a door hinge becomes entangled in a row.
The verdict is.? Total indifference get over it it's only a fookin’ scarf!
So… err….. anyway. Bobble Hats are back! Retro friendly people company “Hat Scarf n badge”, purveyors of all things L.F.C and soul bruvvers of End Incorporated are probably behind this plot for Barnet domination. The thirst for 80s regalia shows no sign of wavering. Holiday tubbies spilling out of Tachini mini shorts (some  might even say speedos).   This summer will shortly be off piste, iconic bobble hat neatly squeezed onto bulbous head. Zooming down The Alps, Parka zipped up tight.
Parka? No not the gaudy green one favoured by lamb chop faced weekend Mods. No,the sleek blue nylon variety which pre dates the Lazio Ultras circa 2001 ? That as we say is a story for another day.  Good bye suckers


Poem....Top Of The World Mar.?....

How many arses have been kissed how many knives in the back?
To tell the truth I couldn’t care less, no point in looking back.

More faces than a town hall clock in a world where the snide is king,
For Ghandi’s flip-flops see my tongue, speciality the ring.

Professional patter on the back no stone I wouldn't squeeze under
The belly of a snake is as high as I’d make morality is booty to plunder.

Selling your Grandma depends on the price
The paedophile  Vicar has soothing advice,

"Pray for all sinners” let's hope thick grease can stop
Those cunts on the pole as they squirm to the top.

Book Reviews

Paladins (Various writers)

Paladin noun historical – a warrior that is fully devoted to kindness and ridding the universe of evil Paladins is an apt description for the contributors to this charity anthology. This publication has been put together by a whole community of writers who have each written a story especially for this title. The stories all feature a person, or persons in distress and with someone, the knight-errant coming to their aid. Sounds cosy doesn’t it? Nothing of the sort! …Expect pain. Expect violence. Expect…the unexpected. But most of all, expect great stories, written with heart. This anthology was inspired by a very special lady called Henrietta Furchtenicht who was given six months to live when she was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma over four years ago – Henri’s battle continues. All proceeds from this book will be going to the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation (Paladins publicity blurb)

Well as the intro above explains, this book was put together after it became known that Henri Furchtenicht, (wife of Craig, one of the many brilliant contributors to this book) was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma.
I won’t pretend to be an expert of the illness, but most of us have been touched by knowing someone who has one form of cancer and we know the heartache and distress it causes to friends and family as well as the illness and pain inflicted on the sufferer. I follow Henri on facebook and she is indeed an inspiring person, Brutally honest and funny as hell..go become friends and wish her well.

The thing I want to say about this book is that I have tried many times to get into the short stories genre and it has never held my interest. I read books to become immersed in another world so I’m not dwelling on the crappy one I dwell in. I find that short stories don’t in general, help me escape as I read before I drop off to sleep. I also want to make it clear that this review isn’t influenced by the fact it was inspired by Henri or that the proceeds go to the multiple myeloma foundation. Nope.. I just read it and bleedin’ loved it.

There are many writers featured, but if I mention every one and review every story this review itself would become a short story in its own right, so forgive me if I miss out your favourite story or author (a list of the contributors feature at the bottom of the review)

The book features some of the indie writers that I have been banging on about for the last 2 years..Ryan Bracha, Kieth Nixon and Robert Cowan to name but a few (and not forgetting that the artwork was done by one of my tips for writer stardom, Mark Wilson).

As I would expect all writers not only matched their previous work but actually exceeded expectations.  Each story is very loosely linked to a theme and while they are vastly different in style and accent (English, Scottish and American writers contribute) We even have a scouse contributor in the form of Linda Angel with, surely, one of the sweariest stories you will ever read, hilarious and poignant..I will be searching for more from Linda in the very near future.

Other highlights were Bracha’s description of his character’s descent into old age and dementia. This was more terrifying (and pertinent) than any horror story this humble narrator has ever read. Best of all though was reading contributions from those writers I have never read anything by, Bill Baber, Jason Beech, Christopher Davis, Craig Douglas, Craig Furchtenicht, David Jaggers, Cal Marcius, Matt Mattila, , Gareth Spark, Aidan Thorn, Gabriel Valjan, Graham Wynd and the afore mentioned Linda Angel..all of whom surpassed and delighted my reading senses.
Dark tales of Death, destruction, duplicity abound..and the grizzly comeuppance for at least 3 paedophiles make this book compelling and wonderfully entertaining.

Go out and buy this book now, Buy it on its own merit, I guarantee you will love these stories


If you are that way inclined go and buy it to contribute to a very worthy cause and help put a smile on Henri and Craig’s faces.

Just buy it for yer bleedin’ m*ngebags!!! (Linda will know that phrase!)

Some words from Henrietta Furchtenicht

It is so overwhelming that these people put this together in honor of me and the people that have been affected by cancer. Some that have experienced it themselves. It is a beautiful thing from some beautiful people. They have put a lot of work into this to donate it to MM. From the heart's of compassionate people that have given me hope.

“I have come to realize that heroes often grace our lives when we least expect them, sometimes in the form of complete strangers. The authors of the stories you are about to read are a perfect example of that. Social media has the amazing ability to bring our worlds closer, to offer us the chance to meet those people we would have otherwise never known. We share our shining moments with them along with our darkest days. Eventually the world in which we all live in seems a little less foreign and a whole lot more inviting. We find that no one is truly a stranger and that the heroes have been there all along.
A few years ago I would have never imagined myself writing these words on the night before Christmas 2015. When my oncologist first diagnosed me with Multiple Myeloma in June of 2012 he only gave me 6 months to live. I was already in the last stage of this rare form of blood cancer that attacks the plasma cells found in the bone marrow. At the time of my diagnosis I had seven broken ribs on my left side. He told me that there was no cure for my type of cancer. We could only treat it to the point of remission with high doses of chemotherapy and stem cell transplants. This is when I was first introduced to Dr. Guido Tricot, the finest oncologist that Belgium has ever produced. He has kept me alive, though at times I thought he was trying to kill me in the process.
My husband Craig and I are so fortunate to live very close to the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics. In the first year we easily spent more time in that place than we did at home. I underwent two stem cell transplants each consisting of 3 ½ weeks of being quarantined in a hospital unit with nothing but Craig and a puke bucket. Neither of them left my side during the entire ordeal. During the hours that I was in a self-induced trance Craig wrote to keep his sanity. By the end of the second transplant he had finished his first novel. Months later I found it hidden away in a desk drawer. After a bit of wifely persuasion he reluctantly published it.
Because of that book, through one social media site or another, we have both become friends with each of the contributors of this anthology. Fighting cancer was not how I wanted to meet any of these amazing people, but whether they knew it or not they gave me encouragement I needed from a world away. They kept me going when it would have been so much easier to just give up. I saw Ryan and Rebecca Bracha bring their beautiful daughter Delilah into the world, went to Borneo with Robert Cowan and got to wish Aidan Thorn’s father a happy birthday. Darren Sant told me what an oatcake was. I saw Matt Mattila go to California, admired Katrina Tia Davies in her wedding dress and watched Keith Nixon move his family across country. I’ve seen a little girl paint her dad’s fingernails and his son holding a “Refugees Welcome” sign in his little red boots. Each one of these writers and so many others have given me the strength and hope that the cancer has tried to take away.
I have read many of the stories written by these authors, including my husband’s. Though they are dark and gritty and downright unwholesome, I must laugh when I get over the shock of reading them. I know for a fact that each of them truly has a heart of gold. When Aidan Thorn approached us with the idea of putting a book together to help support the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation, words could not begin to describe how blessed I felt. So much love for these people that I thought my heart would burst. So enjoy the book and take comfort in knowing that the proceeds will go towards finding a cure someday.
Thank you all for giving me a love for life. Much love to each of you:

Linda Angel, Bill Baber, Jason Beech, Ryan Bracha, Robert Cowan, Christopher Davis, Craig Douglas, Craig Furchtenicht, David Jaggers, Cal Marcius, Matt Mattila, Keith Nixon, Darren Sant, Gareth Spark, Aidan Thorn, Gabriel Valjan, Mark Wilson, Graham Wynd

The Man who sold his son. MarkWilson

brilliant. Mark Wilson continues to enthrall me with his writing. This book loosely follows on from Wilson's [book:Bobby's Boy|14743931] not in storyline, but in the linking of characters. Wilson's writing and story telling prowess has grown so much from the earlier book.This book is set 40yrs or so on from Bobby's boy during a time when 99% of every male in the world has been rendered infertile and the worlds population is reliant on synthetic sperm supplied exclusively by "synthi Co" headed by the mysterious muti billionaire Gavin Ennis.
The story centres around the Kinsella Family, (different generations of which are featured in Wilson's "Lanarkshire Strays" trilogy of books) . Alex Kinsella is one of the rare males able to conceive naturally and Alex and his wife, Sarah's offspring, Tommy, attracts the unwanted attention of Ennis just as Sarah is recovering from severe depression and drug dependency. Alex is whisked off to an island to save his family..whilst Sarah spends the next decade trying to find him.
Wilson's glimpse of the future and his fascinating descriptions of the science behind the synthetic fertility process aligned with a family's love and strength to stay together made for a beautiful and tense thriller, reminiscent of Iain M Banks forays into future life.
Another easy 5 stars for Mark Wilson. Highly recommended