Musings from the Merse
Out of A Clear Sky but bring your brollyOff to Embra today and will see you
hereBring some specie
And avoid the Mendicant Piper of Princes Street. He is (a) loaded-thank you Japanese 'homecomers' (b) out of your way to West Nicholson Street
Labels: Edinburgh Fringe, Embra, Out of a Clear Sky
Perchance to dream?
I was waiting for the Pompous Old Fart to finish his cigarette on the 18th Green and remove his trolley and self from it as I fumed (smokeless) a wedge away when it occurred to me that I had never listened to Radio 4's a Book at Bedtime. This was apropos of very little except from wondering if POF, County Down's most erratic golfer would actually get out of my way (A Hook at Bedtime, perhaps?) before 1045pm and whether death by Titleist 4 would be justifiable homicide or premeditated murder? In my case Crime Passionelle would be appropriate-or terminal exasperation in plain English. Having missed his last three putts and reluctantly left the green thus allowing me to place my wedge shot neatly into the left hand bunker-his fault for keeping me waiting so long, I decided I would lose my BatB virginity this coming Monday 22 September. Nothing to do, of course, with knowing the author but 'Out of a Clear Sky' is a rattling good yarn. I have some doubts about airing a 'psychological thriller' (I quote from the blurb-p117 next weeks Radio Times) as you prepare for a dreamless sleep and I suppose you can use the listen again facility if you fear your slumbers may be disturbed by stirrings of nameless dread or something. I think I'll risk it-I know the ending anyhow
You can read about the author
here And if you can't bear the suspense spread over 10 fifteen minute episodes you have just time to buy a copy-the Radio Times has a number to call and a discount.
Labels: Book at Bedtime, Out of a Clear Sky
The image is of Urban Decay' in Dumfries-Thankyou Mike Doswell.
I am only showing tbis as an indication that blogging over the next two days will be haphazard as we leave Norn Iron tomorrow-for-yes- a two day stay in Dumfries. No mad whim this. We are helping our middle daughter to settle in to her new home in a rural area-no decay involved but a spot which apparently makes Hutton appear to be densely populated. The MD has abandoned an urban life style and like her father before her as opted for the sticks to follow a writer's existence on the back of her first novel-now out-
Out of a Clear Sky.. Lovers of psychological thrillers need look no further and if you are a twitcher-its your bag. You will need to rush-Amazon UK is down to its last copy already but no doubt large vans are hastening from Macmillan to replenish stocks.
Normal service should be resumed on 1 May when we return for, hopefully, our last two months in the Old Manse. But many a slip
If you want to read a good review of the MD's book go to http://doyouwriteunderyourownname.blogspot.com/2008/04/out-of-clear-sky.html
Labels: Dumfries, Out of a Clear Sky, The Sticks