I see through you, you son of a bitch…

So tonight my man shape gets a call. A telephone call from out of the blue. His darling mother (who sees me as the nasty little pagan with tattoos and piercings.) played a nasty trick tonight.

She called MY number (not his) which indicates that she wants me to know and wants to cause me maximum distress.

She makes some small talk about his brother who has had a biopsy taken of a nasal growth. Then moved to “Guess what? Your estranged son who hasn’t even sent you a fucking birthday card in ten years. No birthday, no Father’s Day, no Christmas. No fuck all!!!

They are estranged through thr fault of his ex-wife. She has kept them poisoned for all this time. So granny dearest has to stick her snout in and cause all this stress.

My kid aren’t his blood, but they give him gifts and cards every Yule, birthday, Father’s Day any other day!!!

Now it looks like they are going to be swept aside. Well fuck that.

Book Review – Local Girl Missing by Claire Douglas…

STRAIGHT FROM THE HEADLINES . . . Twenty years ago 21-year-old Sophie Collier vanishes one night. She leaves nothing behind but a trainer on the old pier – and a hole in the heart of her best friend Francesca. Now A body’s been found. And Francesca’s drawn back to the seaside town she’s tried to forget. Perhaps the truth of what happened to Sophie will finally come out. Yet Francesca is beginning to wish she hadn’t returned. Everywhere she turns are ghosts from her past. The same old faces and familiar haunts of her youth. But if someone knows what really happened to Sophie that night then now’s the time to find out – isn’t it? Except sometimes discovering the truth can cost you everything you hold dear – your family, your sanity and even your life . . .
I was given an ARC by NetGalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.
From the start of this story, it is made clear that all is not as it seems. The female protagonist, Fran, has a dark secret that is revealed early on in the story. (Sorry, but I’m not into book reviews with spoilers). She has built herself up upon leaving the seaside town she was raised in and under normal circumstances is a calm, collected businesswoman. Returning begins to unpick that.
Douglas has an excellent ability to describe the environment of her story upto the point that you can shut your eyes and picture the locale in your mind.
There are some very clever red herrings in this story and you are kept guessing right up until the end. A great thriller from a very good writer! I loved it! 
A five out of five star read.
I’m profoundly grateful to NetGalley and Penguin UK for my copy.

PETA: Lie Away, Doesn’t Change the Fact that Your Shelter is A Slaughterhouse



I’ve written many times about Maya, the dog who was stolen and killed by PETA employees, about the lawsuit Maya’s family has filed against PETA, and about my desire to do whatever I can to help Maya’s family find justice. Things in the legal realm are well under way, and the most recent thing to happen is that PETA responded to the individual complaints against them. For a spot on run down of PETA’s latest lies, er, response you can read the most recent blog piece by Nathan Winograd, “It’s the Family’s Fault We Stole and Killed Their Dog.

There’s no point in reiterating what Mr. Winograd has already concisely laid out so I only want to touch on one thing. I was reading through PETA’s answers yesterday and when I got to point 19, the point addressing my blog and my employment with PETA, I…

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Book Review – Resevoir 13 by Jon McGregor…

Midwinter in the early years of this century. A teenage girl on holiday has gone missing in the hills at the heart of England. The villagers are called up to join the search, fanning out across the moors as the police set up roadblocks and a crowd of news reporters descends on their usually quiet home. 
Meanwhile, there is work that must still be done: cows milked, fences repaired, stone cut, pints poured, beds made, sermons written, a pantomime rehearsed. 
The search for the missing girl goes on, but so does everyday life. As it must. 
As the seasons unfold there are those who leave the village and those who are pulled back; those who come together or break apart. There are births and deaths; secrets kept and exposed; livelihoods made and lost; small kindnesses and unanticipated betrayals. 
Bats hang in the eaves of the church and herons stand sentry in the river; fieldfares flock in the hawthorn trees and badgers and foxes prowl deep in the woods – mating and fighting, hunting and dying. 
An extraordinary novel of cumulative power and grace, Reservoir 13 explores the rhythms of the natural world and the repeated human gift for violence, unfolding over thirteen years as the aftershocks of a stranger’s tragedy refuse to subside.
OK, a small and minor gripe about the writing style of this book. When the characters are having a conversation, no punctuation is used, which makes it a little difficult for me to follow the discussion.
I wasn’t captivated by this story, I’m so sorry to say. I have to be honest though. There wasn’t a continuous thread for longer than a few paragraphs and then the story switched to someone else. I just felt that this made the whole story just a little tedious.
I notice that the other reviews of this book that I’ve seen are 4 or 5 star. I just can’t agree with that. This book wasn’t for me.
A two out of five star read.
I am profoundly grateful to NetGalley and HarperCollins UK for my copy.