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God Save The President

This is just a quick update to let those of you across the pond know that ‘Existence Is Futile’ is now available via America’s biggest and best bookstore Barnes & Noble.  For the Brits it’s the equivalent of WH Smith, and for the Poles it’s like Empik.

To celebrate the availability of my book in the good old U.S.A, here is a list of three things I love about America

  1. It rhymes with Angelica
  2. Chuck Norris
  3. Cowboy movies which aren’t gay.

It’s great news as I have always been a massive fan of the land of the brave and thought that Americans are all rather lovely, especially those of them that like to read books which are inclusive enough to include a ninja.

God bless America.

9/8/12 – I woke up this morning to discover that Barnes & Noble have also listed ‘The Story of Albert Ross

An Apple A Day…

My first announcement should make a few of you happy.  A number of you apple-junkies have been feeling incredibly left out.  Not any longer.  I am pleased to announce that ‘The Story of Albert Ross’ is now available on I-Tunes.  Now go forth and download my friends, and hopefully enjoy.

In other news, ‘Existence Is Futile’ is now listed on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.  The bad news is that it is not yet in stock.  That does not stop you from ordering it, to encourage them to speed up a little.  Best of all is the fact that Amazon delivers to a number of countries(including Poland and Denmark).  The most bizarre fact of all is that on both sites someone has listed ‘used’ copies.  Curiously those copies do not yet exist.  That’s what you call forward planning.

My last announcement relates to Goodreads.com.  For those of you that don’t know Goodreads is a book rating website, something similar to what IMDB does for films.  You log in, rate what you’ve read, review if you wish, plan what you are going to read, see what your friends are reading and you can even follow authors you like.  There is no need to sign up anymore as you can link Goodreads directly to your Facebook profile.  Why is that of interest?  Because you can now find my profile, a page for ‘Existence Is Futile’ and a page for ‘The Story of Albert Ross’ on Goodreads.  If you already use it, you know what to do.  If you don’t, consider joining, if you do, find me.  If you’ve read something I’ve written, review it.  If not, add it to your to-read list.  Why?  Because it will help me, and more importantly it will help share these stories.  Go on, you know you want to.

Olympic Fever

As we all know, aside from those of us that live in forests, jungles or on the moon, the London Olympics are now in full swing.  Competitors from all over the world have descended on London to spend a few weeks proving who is the best at not getting caught for using performance enhancing drugs running, jumping, running and jumping, chucking stuff at blades of grass, making horses dance, riding a bicycle in circles and numerous other fun-filled events.  I can’t help but feel like the entire circus is a deeply distressing repulsive freak show fantastic advert for the Olympic spirit.

Now that’s a load of bollocks.  The Olympic spirit, I mean.  As a kid I somehow formed the opinion that the Olympics were about men and women competing in events which anyone could do in the spirit of fair play.  Little did I realise how wrong I was.  Putting the obvious drug abuse to one side, I have to ask myself how I formed that opinion when the Olympics contain a myriad of pointlessly stupid events.  Any event where the competitors can use different equipment is one which potentially gives an artificial advantage to a competitor.  Surely in the equestrian events the medals should go to the horses and not the jockeys.  In the various cycling in circles events does everyone use the same bike?  And well the inclusive nature of the yachting and rowing speaks for itself, as the number of yacht clubs in Essex is incredible.  That’s without even starting on the team sports, as the Ancient Olympics were never about teams.

The Ancient Olympics initially contained only one event.  It was a single foot race, a sprint.  Over the years it added a number of other races, the most notable of all was the hoplitodromos.  This race was ran in full or partial armour and a helmet, for sometimes two laps of the stadium.  It wasn’t about loving your fellow-man.  It was about infantry tactics.  Surprisingly there were NO FIELD EVENTS as individual competitions.  The only recognisable field events were part of the Pentathlon which consisted of wrestling, a sprint, long jump, javelin and the discus throw.  Probably the most interesting of all were the three different fighting disciplines.  Boxing, Wrestling and Pankration(which was a mix of the two).  Interestingly the fighting events had no rest periods or rules against hitting a man whilst he was down.  The fights continued untill a man surrendered or died.  In the true spirit of the Olympics, if a competitor died, he was declared the winner.  The last thing I would like to add about the Ancient Olympics is that horses were used in a chariot race, which means that those people who claim that equestrian is not in the spirit of the Olympics are talking nonsense.

As we can see, the modern spirit of the Olympics has nothing to with Olympic origin.  In essence the Ancient Olympics contained events which were functional.  There was no sense of fair play.  It was about who was the best at doing things which were sometimes necessary for their own survival.  It’s apparent that the true spirit has been lost in time.  What we need now is a new spirit, a spirit representative of the magnificent age we live in.  It’s with that in mind I have decided to make a suggestion to the Olympic committee.  Let’s throw out all events and start again.  Let’s create an Olympics for our generation, one with relevance to our everyday lives.  We shall call it ‘The Even More Modern Modern Olympiad’  I will leave you with a few suggestions to help the Olympic committee get started.

  1. To combat the use of performance enhancing drugs, force competitors to drink 8 pints of beer before the start of each event.
  2. To encourage children to be interested in sport, include events which anyone can play such as knock down ginger, who can wee the highest and who can spit the furthest.
  3. Keep the hurdle events and make all competitors compete naked.  Oh, and cover the hurdles in barbed wire.
  4. Get rid of all throwing events.  They were only included to make fat kids feel better on school sports days anyway.
  5. But keep the hammer throw.  Replace the hammers with dwarves.
  6. Replace the horses in equestrian eventing with coconut shells.
  7. Completely redesign the cycling events.  Instead of bicycles, give the competitors tesco shopping trolleys.  Instead of using a velodrome, use a hill.  The rest is self-explanatory.
  8. Tree climbing.  Kids used to like it.  Adults shouldn’t do it.  Especially drunk.  It will be great.
  9. Replace all of the shooting events with one universal event.  Instead of guns or bows and arrows, give each competitor a straw and a serviette to soak with spit and blow throw it.
  10. And last but not least, a ‘talking about the weather’ event.  This way we can guarantee that Britain will win at least one gold every four years.

‘Existence Is Futile’ Is Now Available

D-Day has arrived and I cannot believe it.  Friends, Romans and countrymen, you can now buy ‘Existence Is Futile’ right here.  Initially availability will be restricted to 10 countries namely the United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, France, Germany, Ireland, Mexico, New Zealand, Spain and the United States.  Of course you will need to create an account with feedaread.com to be able to buy it, however I promise the effort is worth it.

I know some of you might  be a little disappointed, including those of you in Poland, and of course Denmark, however all is not lost.  In the coming weeks ‘Existence Is Futile’ will spread like wildfire and will be available via an impressive number of distributors.  I will post more on that topic when I have more information.

The only thing I ask of you is to try it.  If you enjoy the book share it.  If every person that reads the book convinces two  other people to read it, we might make something special.  If you see it somewhere on cyberspace, review it.  It only takes a minute and it helps me immensely.  The future of ‘Existence Is Futile’ is now out of my hands.  It’s in yours.  Treat her well.

Read the press material here

The Water In Menorca…

Last week I returned from a two-week holiday in Menorca.  I know what you are thinking.  Sun, sea, sand, sangria and seagull shit?  That was exactly what I expected anyway.  Let me put my hands up right now and say Menorca was more than I imagined.  I think I better explain.

When people think of Menorca they imagine overcrowded beaches, sweaty tourists, sangrias and siestas.  What they don’t realise is that exactly that image is a baseless stereotype.  Most people are unaware (including myself before this trip) that in 1993 UNESCO declared the island of Menorca a biosphere reserve.  Essentially, it means that the local government is compelled to protect both the historical sites on the island as well as the natural species which reside there.  Since 2004 the coastline of Menorca has been protected from construction.  Simply put,  the Menorcan administration is attempting an incredible balancing act.  They are trying to protect nature while profiting from it.  It’s a stance which I think is admirable, and at least from what I witnessed, working marvelously well.

Of course Menorca does contain it’s fair share of beaches.  Around 120 to be precise, which is more than Majorca and Ibiza combined.  They are a strange mixture of busy, isolated, stoney and sandy beaches.  In truth some of the more remote wild beaches were breathtaking.  The most surprising thing of all was that it didn’t matter where we went on the island we never once had the sense that it was overcrowded.

Wherever I travel, I do my up most to learn a little something about the local people.  Around the Mediterranean it tends to be  easier than in most countries due to the culture of fiestas.  For those of you who don’t know what a fiesta is – simply put it’s a local street party organised to celebrate a saint.  We managed to visit two on our trip.  The first was in the town called Es Mercadal and the second was in Fornells.  In both cases we witnessed very similar festivities.  The first thing I’ve learned is that Menorcans love their gin.  There were hundreds of people drinking a local gin called Xoriguer, with lemon.  For the price of a cheeseburger, you could buy a glass of gin which would knock out an elephant.  The second thing Menorcans love is music.  In both towns they had bandstands containing brass bands which were blasting out the same song.  And the third and slightly more interesting fact is that they love horses, especially their own breed of Menorcan horse.  As the music blared out, and the Pomada (how the locals call Xoriguer gin with lemon) flowed, a number of men and women rode through the crowds on horses and at the crowds urging, forced the horses to rear on their back legs.  In the middle of a crowd of thousands of people.  It was bedlam.  The weirdest moment of all was towards the end of the fiesta in Es Mercadal.  During a break in proceedings the band struck up a different tune and everyone in the town started jumping and singing.  The atmosphere was electric.  A horseman entered the crowd to a heroes welcome and started making the horse walk on its back legs.  Unbelievably it was the local priest.

Someone clever once said that you should never judge a book by its cover.  It’s pretty good advice.  Unless you are talking about a book.  Menorca is not what you expect.  The combination of natural beauty and tourist amenities means that it almost ticks every box.  However that only scrapes the surface.  If you dig a little deeper you can find an abundance of history, both prehistoric and British colonial, a culture which is unique even by Spanish standards and an island which reaps the rewards of caring about its appearance.  As a destination it repays you for the effort you invest in it.  However if you are looking to plonk your bum on a beach for a fortnight – don’t bother.  Save your place for someone who would appreciate it.