London's Famous People's Karaoke Party

And yes I was invited, and yes I did sing, and yes it does sound better the more drinks you have! And yes I must admit it was me taking the video.

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It was a really great Party with my Best Friend and Best Friends, and as the night wore on it just got better and better, and then even better still. 

Yes I know it's not Christmas yet, but it will soon be.....

And Christmas always fills me with mixed emotions!

It fills me with joy, and with sadness both at the same time, joy due to all the happy childhood Christmas's I enjoyed as a child. After all Christmas is a time for loved ones and families to be together. Sadly of course that may not be possible, which just inflames my sadness. 

Also sadness for all the little children who wake up on Christmas day and are disappointed because Santa forgot to visit their house, or if he did, he failed to deliver that one special toy, that they had their little hearts set on.

And of course sadness for their parents who could not afford to buy that one special toy that their son or daughter had their little hearts set on.

And for me when I listen to this song it fills me with sadness, because of the loved ones I can't be with on Christmas Day.

                

My Best Friends Birthday

Friday 6th September 2013

Saw my best friends birthday and she sure looked like she was so enjoying it, I just hope she doesn't eat all the cake all at once.

For Paul Knight...my No.1 loyal reader.....

I dedicate this post to my loyal reader PAUL KNIGHT........He wanted to appear in my last book TITANIC 2, and he did, however he did complain I killed him off too soon, and maybe I did, so to put things right, this post is dedicated to PAUL.For Paul I have some good news and some bad news, the good news is he will appear and star throughout my next up and coming book I call 'Apis Bee Killers' that is the good news. The bad news is, I have just the right character lined up for him to play. Paul Knight is a gay perverted Bee keeper on a honey farm deep in the Suffolk countryside. However some people would argue Paul would feel more at home as a sheep farmer in Wales? So before you make up your own mind you will have to wait for the book?           

Page 45 from my next up and coming book...Called 'Apis Bee Killers'

Page 45;

He climbed the stairs, slowly one by one, he wasn’t really looking forward to seeing his wife stone cold dead in their bed, but he couldn’t put it off any longer, it had to be done. He reached the top of the stairs and then stepped into their bedroom and then froze in his tracks just inside the doorway. What the hell, he thought to himself, what the hell’s going on?

            For the moment all he could do was to just stand and stare at the bed, and try to make some sort of sense out of what he was seeing.

            The bed was empty, his wife was no longer there, yes the bed clothes were covered with drying vomit, and urine, but that was the only evidence of last night’s events.

            Maybe, he had only thought she had been dead, last night and she wasn’t really, maybe she had only passed out or something and then woke up later when he had been asleep, in which case where was she now, and would she remember that he had tried to murder her? And if she had remembered he had tried to murder her maybe she was at the police station right now, or maybe she had gone running over to Paul’s house and told him that he, her husband had tried to murder her, that he her husband had tried to make her choke on her own vomit?

            All these thoughts were running through his mind, one thing was for sure, he couldn’t continue on with his plan, after all how could he phone 999 and say my wife is dead in bed, when she wasn’t even there?

Yes, yes I do know it's Saturday.....

But even so I do enjoy my job so much I can't take the day off!

So from page 20 of my next up and coming book I call;

Apis Bee Killers

 But then Rodney told himself everything he did these days seemed to annoy Mary, so now he had almost given up trying not to annoy her, what’s the point he would think to himself?

But the point was, if it did come to a divorce, not only would he have a divorce to cope with, it would also make him bankrupt as well, her lawyers would demand half the value of the fruit farm, which he would have to sell. So at a stroke he would be wifeless, homeless, and Jobless. Which meant he had to avoid a divorce at any cost?

Not that he was bothered about the wifeless part he wasn't  yes okay they still shared the same bed but that was all, due to the fact he had been impotent for the last year or so, which again Mary blamed him for. But to her credit who else could she blame, after all she wouldn't blame herself now would she, God forbid that, no she couldn't blame herself, even if it was her fault?