Sunday, September 14, 2014

New Zealand cat brings home bag of cannabis - true.

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We've all heard about cats bringing home dead birds, mice, lizards, and even odd things such as socks and underwear. But a NZ cat has taken it one furry step further by presenting its owner with a bag of cannabis.

 A statement from the policeman who dealt with the situation said:
   ''In my career I've never seen anything like this before. I guess you never really know who's keeping you honest these days, do  you?'' He also went on to say that there was perhaps potential to add feline cunning to the police armory ''We certainly have police dogs trained to detect drugs - this might be something police could explore in the future.''

As for the cat, there was no news on whether it had abandoned cat nip hits for cannabis

This even made it on the BBC!

Tuesday, August 19, 2014


Roland Yeomans, a dear blogging friend of mine and I suspect of many others also, is facing a challenge today. He is going under the knife. I believe skin cancer has raised its ugly head again.

So, I thought if Roland were to wake up with the mention of his brand new novel, HIBBS, THE CUB WITH NO CLUE - or perhaps even a few sales, it would bring a smile upon his face. He deserves it. The story sounds positively delightful and I for one shall be buying a copy. I hope you will also.
Mischief is Afoot
What if? Why not? Could it be? These are the eternal questions.
In a Time that could have been but wasn't, yet might still be, a young bear cub wanders a strange valley where all the myths of the world are very real … and very deadly. In this timeless fable, the small cub evokes the largest of themes - hope and belonging, desire and compassion - with the lightness of a moonbeam's touch. 

So, I shall end this post by wishing Roland, not only a speedy recovery, but numerous book sales! 

Sunday, August 17, 2014

A man, a dog named Spirit, and the open road ...

After losing his son Lance to cancer, Ara Gureghian, heartbroken and empty, rescued Spirit the dog. As they beetled down the open road in their motorcycle with Spirit nestled firmly in the sidecar (complete with goggles), they became best friends and partners in crime.

The video is only two and a half minutes long. You won't regret watching it. It's absolutely beautiful. 

If you love the song as much as I do, it's called Hard Road by Steve Azar

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

RIP Robin Williams

Deeply shocked and saddened to hear that Oscar winner and comedian Robin Williams has been found dead in his home this morning.

The NY Daily News reports the cause of death is believed to be suicide via asphyxiation, according to the coroner’s office in California.

While the 63-year-old’s publicist would not confirm it was a suicide, he issued a statement saying: “Robin Williams passed away this morning.
“He has been battling severe depression of late. This is a tragic and sudden loss.
“The family respectfully asks for their privacy as they grieve during this very difficult time.”

Investigators said that Williams was last seen alive at his home at approximately 10pm on Sunday.

If you have a loved one who suffers from depression, there's a lot to be gleaned from this blog post

My heart breaks. Depression sucks.

Thanks for the laughs. 

RIP Robin Williams. I hope you found Neverland.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory's New Cover. What the ...?

Unless you've been living under a rock (and a very large rock at that), you would have seen the new cover by Penguin for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, featuring a young doll-like girl in full make-up.

In my opinion, Penguin has given a classic children's book a highly inappropriate and overly-sexualised cover.  
One of the original book covers
Now I ask you, is it just me or is this positively paedophilic?

I suspect Roald Dahl would turn in his grave....

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Cover reveal for THE QUEST OF THE ARTISAN by Donna Hosie!

Donna Hosie is a hybrid YA author and full time geek. Part Potterhead, Ringer, Whovian and Sherlockian with sprinkles of Whedonite on top. If it's fantastical, she's in. Originally from England, Donna currently resides in Australia with her husband, three children, and a crazy Golden Retriever named Harry (after a certain boy wizard, of course)!


Six months ago, seventeen-year-old Rustin Hall thought he knew what he wanted. Then he travelled back in time with his best friend, Mila, to the world of Camelot, knights and magic, and everything changed.

Now Rustin is the artisan, and he knows his future because it's written in the past.

But Rustin's plan to build the first temple for the Gorian druids is cut down like the trees he talks to when the Round Table reveals the name of the newest knight of Camelot: a name that carves fear and unrest into the other knights. With Mila now in danger, Rustin, along with his friends, James and Jalaya, goes on a quest to find her before a new malevolent evil gets there first. A necromancer is building an army of the dead, and they are coming for Arthur's daughter.

Rustin will join forces with a young would-be knight called Galahad, as his quest takes him into the very heart of the Arthurian legends he grew up reading. A quest that could be the end of the artisan's life, not just in Logres, but for good.
Due for release 2015. Click here for Amazon

Also by Donna Hosie.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Taking a short break while I navigate the turbulent world of publishing.

I have always proclaimed that I would not 'self-publish'. I appreciate that it has opened up a whole new world for many, but not for me. I will continue to bang on the doors of literary agents until my knuckles bleed ... Well, saying that, I have only banged on two doors thus far, and for my effort I have received two rejections, 'Badges of Determination' a bruised ego, and a broken nail.
So, if I have any aspirations of seeing my books in print, (you know, that paper stuff that books used to be printed on?) it is time to stop procrastinating, roll up my sleeves, show some backbone, buy a large carton of band-aids, and practice what I bloody well preach ...  

After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

So, see you all in a few weeks. With any luck, not bleeding ... too much ...