I’d like all my friends, Facebook and otherwise, to note that I dissociate myself completely from all material on the page under my name in Wikipedia, and on the Facebook community page which has been created automatically by material copied from that page, without any reference to me or without permission having been given by me.
This insidious new Facebook practice, which is being permitted by Wikipedia, is in my eyes a serious breach of privacy and potentially of copyright. The following link explains what they’re doing.
Sorry to have ruined your sleep, mate, but at your age and living in an alcohol-free environment, you don’t really need all that much, do you? Happy drilling, wherever you are.
Interesting question. No, I have no personal connection with Stew-Mel, but a couple of friends sent sons there. Bob Skinner’s pal Xavi went to Watson’s, but I’ve no links there either. Thanks for the comments; now I must get back to Skinner 24.
Why would anyone want to add salt to coffee? Why not? My Grandma Bell did, and she was not one to be questioned. She also put pepper on her strawberries.
Hola, fellow Jedi. In fact there is a new Primavera out in ten days, available for immediate delivery from http://www.campbellreadbooks.com, signed.
What do I think of Rory switching to Nike? I reckon Rory could put an umbrella in his bag and shoot level par, so I’m not too worried for him. You’re right in your suggestion that Nike have failed to crack the mass golf club market, but the best player ever has used them to win fourteen majors and umpteen WGC events. If I have a worry about Rory it’s that he seems to be falling into the Tiger trap of not playing enough. One outing, one missed cut, then four weeks off; that doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. Even Eldrick is teeing it up this week at Torrey Pines, though he’s only confirmed for the four majors so far.
Holidaying in Gullane at the end of February should qualify you for some sort of award. I hope you get lucky. As for Jim Skinner, who the hell is he?
The next Skinner, Pray for the Dying, is due for release in June, in UK book stores. Global availability may vary, but http://www.campbellreadbooks.com will be despatching world-wide from the beginning, and all copies will be signed, individual dedications by request.
Nice cruise; I envy you that one. I’ve followed your trail on Google Earth, and done a little research. New Caledonia seems to have been named in 1774 by Captain Cook, because it reminded him of Scotland. Seventy-five years later the crew of an American vessel were killed and eaten there. I know we Scots have a reputation for eating odd things, such as haggis and deep fried Mars Bars, but Americans have never been part of our staple diet.
I hear what you say, Gillian. The decision to use several readers was taken by Isis because of the structure of the book, and I was consulted on certain aspects of the casting. It was a brave call, given that it was always going to be impossible to please all of the people all of the time, and possibly any of them. For example, so far I haven’t got past the first section, because whoever else that guy is meant to sound like, he isn’t a ferocious Leither of Irish/Italian descent.
But I promise, it was a one-off. Pray for the Dying is third person, and my expectation is that Jim will be back.
You don’t tell me who you suspect, so I can’t comment . . . not that I would, anyway.
I’ve missed me from the blog as well, but sometimes it’s good to take a break.
Well, Homer it’s like this. They’re listed in order on my website and on this blog.
Sorry about your disrupted sleep pattern. Your wife should be able to answer the question for herself; it’s there and it should be easy to work out. If not, she’ll have to wait until June 6, for I ain’t saying.
UK Food in the 1950s…
* Pasta had not been invented.
* Curry was an unknown entity.
* Olive oil was kept in the medicine cabinet
* Spices came from the Middle East where we believed that they were used for embalming
* Herbs were used to make rather dodgy medicine.
* A takeaway was a mathematical problem.
* A pizza was something to do with a leaning tower.
* Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time.
* The only vegetables known to us were spuds, peas, carrots and cabbage, anything else was regarded as being a bit suspicious.
* All crisps were plain; the only choice we had was whether to put the salt on or not.
* Condiments consisted of salt, pepper, vinegar and brown sauce if we were lucky.
* Soft drinks were called pop or fizzy drinks.
* Coke was something that we mixed with coal to make it last longer.
* A Chinese chippy was a foreign carpenter.
* Rice was a milk pudding, and never, ever part of our dinner.
* A Big Mac was what we wore when it was raining.
* A Pizza Hut was an Italian shed.
* A microwave was something out of a science fiction movie.
* Brown bread was something only poor people ate.
* Oil was for lubricating your bike not for cooking, fat was for cooking
* Bread and jam was a treat.
* Tea was made in a teapot using tea leaves, not bags.
* The tea cosy was the forerunner of all the energy saving devices that we hear so much about today.
* Tea had only one colour, black. Green tea was not British.
* Coffee was only drunk when we had no tea….. and then it was Camp, and came in a bottle.
* Cubed sugar was regarded as posh.
* Figs and dates appeared every Christmas, but n! o one ev er ate them.
* Sweets and confectionery were called toffees.
* Coconuts only appeared when the fair came to town.
* Black puddings were mined in Bury Lancashire.
* Jellied eels were peculiar to Londoners.
* Salad cream was a dressing for salads, mayonnaise did not exist
* Hors d\’oeuvre was a spelling mistake.
* The starter was our main meal.
* Soup was a main meal.
* The menu consisted of what we were given, and was set in stone.
* Only Heinz made beans, any others were impostors.
* Leftovers went to the dog.
* Special food for dogs and cats was unheard of.
* Sauce was either brown or red.
* Fish was only eaten on Fridays.
* Fish didn\’t have fingers in those days.
* Eating raw fish was called poverty, not sushi.
* Ready meals only came from the fish and chip shop.
* For the best taste fish and chips had to be eaten out of old newspapers.
* Frozen food was called ice cream.
* Nothing ever went off in the fridge because we never had one.
* Ice cream only came in one colour and one flavour.
* None of us had ever heard of yoghurt.
* Jelly and blancmange was only eaten at parties.
* If we said that we were on a diet, we simply got less.
* Healthy food consisted of anything edible.
* Healthy food had to have the ability to stick to your ribs.
* The only criteria concerning the food that we ate were … did we like it and could we afford it.
* People who didn\’t peel potatoes were regarded as lazy so and so’s.
* Indian restaurants were only found in India .
* A seven course meal had to last a week.
* Brunch was not a meal.
* Cheese only came in a hard lump.
* If we had eaten bacon lettuce and tomato in the same sandwich we would have been certified.
* A bun was a small cake back then.
* A tart was a fruit filled pastry, not a lady of horizontal pleasure.
* The word \”Barbie\” was a lady’s name! , not as sociated with anything to do with food.
* Eating outside was called a picnic.
* Cooking outside was called camping.
* Seaweed was not a recognised food.
* Offal was only eaten when we could afford it.
* Eggs only came fried or boiled.
* Hot cross buns were only eaten at Easter time.
* Pancakes were only eaten on Pancake Tuesday – in fact in those days it was compulsory.
* \”Kebab\” was not even a word never mind a food.
* Hot dogs were a type of sausage that only the Americans ate.
* Cornflakes had arrived from America but it was obvious that they would never catch on.
* The phrase \”boil in the bag\” would have been beyond our realms of comprehension.
* The idea of \”oven chips\” would not have made any sense at all to us.
* The world had not yet benefited from weird and wonderful things like Pot Noodles, Instant Mash and Pop Tarts.
* We bought milk and cream at the same time in the same bottle.
* Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold.
* Lettuce and tomatoes in winter were just a rumour.
* Most soft fruits were seasonal except perhaps at Christmas.
* Prunes were medicinal.
* Surprisingly muesli was readily available in those days, it was called cattle feed.
* Turkeys were definitely seasonal.
* Pineapples came in chunks in a tin; we had only ever seen a picture of a real one.
* We didn\’t eat Croissants in those days because we couldn\’t pronounce them, we couldn\’t spell them and we didn\’t know what they were.
* We thought that Baguettes were a serious problem the French needed to deal with.
* Garlic was used to ward off vampires, but never used to flavour bread.
* Water came out of the tap, if someone had suggested bottling it and charging treble for it, they would have become a laughing stock.
* Food hygiene was all about washing your hands before meals.
* Campylobacter, Salmonella, E.coli, Listeria,! and Bot ulism were all called \”food poisoning.\”
* The one thing that we never ever had on our table in the fifties … elbows.
Thanks for those Fiona, I post them for general comment. Many of those match my recollection, but where I grew up, ‘pop’ and ‘fizzy drinks’ were called ‘ginger’. Also we must have been posh, because we had sprouts too, and jelly quite a lot.
A reminder. for all those interested, of the 2013 publication schedule: Funeral Note, in mass market paperback, and Deadly Business (primavera 4) in hardback and trade paperback, both publish on January 31. Pray for the Dying, the eagerly-awaited Skinner 23, is out on June 6, again in hardback and trade versions. Signed copies can be pre-ordered though Campbell Read Books, via the link on this page.
Many thanks, Bert. I have been in your eponymous leisure centre many a time, but not in many a year, since I looked like this.
You raise some interesting points, not least about Kenny McAskill’s ill thought out unified police force, which seems to be based on cost alone with no thought of value or public service.
Bob hates the notion and so do I, so yes, more prequels are a real possibility.
In spite of the name, Wullie, from your photie, you would appear to be a wumman.Whatever you are, thanks very much/
Good luck in your quest for an agent, Amelia. I look forward to reading your work when it’s published
Don’t jump, mate, for Christ’s sake. Hold on until February when Deadly Business, the next Primavera will be published, then till June for Pray for the Dying, the next Skinner. Meantime, I am hard at work on more, honest.
Moira, (and anyone else who’s in doubt) for the record, Oz Blackstone doesn’t die in any book. He goes to Jesus off the page, at some point between ‘For the Death of Me‘, and the first of Primavera’s adventures, ‘Inhuman Remains‘.
Good news for you, Paul, and any other US residents in search of QJ titles. http://www.campbellreadbooks.com will ship to any global destination.
Incidentally, I met another Beauregard, in late 1979. First name, Buddy, he was a Texan and the boss of the MSV Tharos, a fire-fighting support rig in the North Sea. Any relation?