My book, God’s Lonely Men has come out - finally. What a palaver!
Anyway, it can be ordered from almost anywhere and bought off the internet, i.e., Tesco Books online and Amazon etc; in the next week Paul Kelly who does my website will be putting something up on it about buying the book direct from Paul and me. I’ve got to say I feel embarrassed, if it was fiction I wouldn’t feel that it was so personal, but the people that I’ve spoken to about it have told me not to worry. I’d like to thank the people involved who helped put it together and the people who have contacted me about the book who have been very supportive; just to let you know that I appreciate it.
Hope the people who buy the book like it; it’s not Harry Potter so there won’t be mid-night queues of young people outside book shops wanting to be first in getting their hands on it, but all the same I hope it means something to the people who read it. Best, Pete
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Good luck with the book Pete - can't wait to get my hands on a copy - Harry Potter eat your heart out!
shiv x
Bout time too.I ordered through bloody Tesco way back in Oct and have been tracking it ever since!
I will need another copy for a mate so if you are selling them direct I ll be down the Coach sunday with Jo
Gary, sorry about the delay, not sure if I'll be there Sunday, but I'm around - as you know, cheers, pete
We look forward to reading your musings and angst drizzled musical reflections of 70's life. If our experiences are anything to go by, we anticipate a typically acerbic, thoughtful and insightful account. Apologies we have not attempted to get the book yet, Mrs Shaw and I are on tour; ‘cheap holiday in other peoples misery’.
I thank you and Mrs Shaw for being interested in my ramblings, and hope you like the book, best, pete
We like all flavours of ramblings, it is a reflection of our age. We did see a write up of the book in the Uxbridge Gazette on-line whilst 'having our say' as two does. We have returned from tour.
You know when one is away from home and the inevitable big spot belies ones advancing years by appearing in a prominant facial position and refuses to fade into obscurity until total shame is bestowed and life is not worth living? Well on our recent holiday this happened and despite extensive oxy action the bloody thing just grew and grew out of control. Wouldn't it be good if said obscenity was found to house a useful evil being growing away until it was required, a many headed hydra or something. Then as your worst enemy and bane of your life, who coincidentally happened to be on the very same holiday as you, cruelly upset you the beast could be released upon said nemesis. One of it's many heads grasping the victim by the throat and disabling it whilst the others finished off the blight of your life in smartish fashion. Imagine telling the police your account of events and what the PC might relay back to the Sarge.
The defendant claims sir that upon receipt of snidey comment a many headed hydra came out of his forehead and done for the victim in typical hydra fashion. The first thng that gets me sir is that the hydra is reported only to have had 6 heads not the statutary 7 laid down in Jason and the Argonauts, which is as we all know the bible of ancient Greek mythology. The second thing is sir that the unfortunate victim appears to have a sword buried in his forhead which implies to me that perhaps he overcame the hydra and that one of the children of the hydras teeth, summoned by Aeetes, done the dirty deed Gov. I think we need to investigate for signs of one or more of the 7 children of the night, the skeletons of long dead warriors. I think if we can find that the fellow is clearly in the clear.
Pete, what is the simplest means of obtaining your written words?
Simplest means? You can order God's Lonely Men on Amazon, Tesco books on line, bookfellas, etc - or order it in a shop, or order though my website - or if you see me around, ask me for one. Hope all is well and thanks for your interest, best, pete
Pete, I am happy to report that we sourced a copy of the book yesterday evening after less than extensive efforts. Some interesting bloke inscribed some kind words and Mrs Shaw is pleased with her belated love offering. Don't you find the usual offerings are crass and sentimental, why would a bunch of flowers one cold day convince both the giver and recipient that the other 364 days of abject misery weren't reality? Perhaps that's a bit harsh as there are other festivities strewn throughout the Gregorian to ensure it's completion as one. We went up town with some Belgian Colleagues of mine, wandering around the more salubrious parts of Old London Town. We did not find the Bowie Bar, an imaginary place where one has to sing like Bowie before the purchase of each alcoholic beverage. I'm not sure they fell for my invention but it seemed in keeping with their expectations of how great our land was. It amused me and I was pleased with my experimental Bowie voice when smiling like Twig the Wonder Kid. Now who's this Stuart Pearce bloke?
C.D. and Mrs Shaw, that 'interesting bloke,' he's not a bad guy - thanks for buying the book, cheers
I took Mrs Shaw down to the Bon Jovi Bar at the weekend so that I could serenade her, having missed the opportunity on the 14th. I can't sing a love song like the way it's meant to be. Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore. but baby, that's just me.
We stayed a little late and fatigue prevailed in the morning. But it was worth it as I know when I die, she'll be on my mind
and I'll love her till the end of time - Always.
We're off down the Bowie bar this eve, as Buddy and Twig the Wonder Kid.
David
When people stared in Jagger's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw
His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
She'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
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