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For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the last chapter, the renegade bus falls into Plenty Capable hands. Next an excellent chapter, Japanese in its simplicity (we cannot take credit for this odd stereotypification we found in a secondhand shop)
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 62

Once Schumacher had satisfied himself that it was indeed an open and shut case, he shut it and opened it a few more times and then, balancing it on his head, he set off in search of anyone but the Vice-Chancellor, who wanted it. It was empty and scuffed and rancid, but if the Vice wanted it, it had probably better be kept from him unless it had a timebomb cunningly crafted into its workmanship, and Schumacher didn’t think it had. Striding up the road, one hand steadying the valise on his head, he didn’t hear the remarks made by the passing Chinese trundling their rugs and appliances about on wheels: ‘Crazywhite people! Have they never heard of a travois?’

Hi folks,
With the recent sad demise of Couchsurfing.com I'm turning to AMP members in hopes of finding somewhere to lay my head a day or two at a time during my September U.K.solo acoustic tour. At the moment I've got shows in;

9.12.06 Acoustic Lounge - London
9.13.06 The Bedford - London
9.17.06 The Loft - Cambridge
9.29.06 The High Barn - Chelmsford / Essex
10.08.06 The Bedford - London

With more dates pending.

I would be willing to do a private house-concert for you and your friends, give guitar lessons...?

You can see what I'm up to at;

www.myspace.com/jameshurley

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the last chapter, Mr E fugitive inmate of the George Walker Home is evicted from the lif(f)t, TV news diva Samantha Panther and Lassie are on their way up. More Beer...
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 61

Having believed that the job of tracking the author of the chronicle and owner of assorted dropped items and artifacts, which had been duly collected as the pair sought to find their former owner, the three now sat in a small café. Most of the items lost had been returned to their apparent owner.

‘What can you tell me about Short Mat Bowls?’ began the young woman.

‘Nothing!’

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the last chapter, howling ships and lurching coyotes. What next for Samantha Panther, shameless correspondent?
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 60

Mr E. had been descending for over 90 seconds. He’d started counting the seconds after what must have been about eight minutes, when he could no longer convince himself that it was his long absence from the real world of time, Very Tiny Ping physics, child psychology and witchcraft that made the descent – for descent, it was – seem longer than what used to be usual. And slower. Faintly below him he heard a mournful bay, or maybe a roan. Except that horses don’t bark. So what was it?

\For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the last episode, Sunny Quito tapes himself listening to Rhoda Crwys, but now it’s time for a four sentence interlude.
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 59

Samantha Panther wasn’t dead. She’d forgotten her brush with death an hour earlier, and since she hadn’t reminded herself to remember it later she wouldn’t. Now, she was aboard the (haven’t thought of a name just yet), and since every form of recording equipment had either been swallowed or floated away she was reduced to taking mental notes: ‘cramped quarters’ ‘engine noise throbbing’ ‘no, scratch that – make it ‘sputtering’.’ ‘am on the platform from which the captain controls the ship.’ ‘some sort of briny liquid flows below us – what is it?’

Then she graciously forgot about that too –all just water under the bridge – and as she finished putting it out of her mind, the ship gave a tremendous howl and came to a stop. Somewhere in the vast Mojave desert, a coyote lurched.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the last chapter, Mr E, man of mystery imprisoned in a nearby asylum, carves a teaspoon “out of the only available object available to him – a geologists rock hammer” and uses the crudely fashioned utensil to painstakingly dig his way out. Now back to long flimsy Sunny Quito and good samaritan Rhoda Crwys.
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 58

‘rhohhdaaa! it’s meee! sunny quiiitooo!’

Rhoda Crwys stopped. She did, after all, have a little extra time.

‘Rhoda! How are you? Do you happen to have any tape in that ladylike purse of yours?’

Rhoda blushed passively; she hadn’t a violent blood corpuscle in her body. ‘It is rather ladylike, isn’t it?’ she giggled, and gave its hips a twitch. Unsnapping its breasts, she delved into its interior. ‘Transparent, opaque, or translucent?’

I am happy to announce the publication of my new book WHEN SEX BECAME GENDER.

Author: Shira Tarrant
Publisher: Routledge
List Price: $27.95 (paperback)
ISBN: 0-415-953472

BOOK DESCRIPTION:

This book is a study of post World War II feminist theory from the viewpoint of intellectual history. The key theme is that the social construction of gender has its origins in the feminist theorists of this period. This paradigm is a key foundational element to both second and third wave feminist thought. It will focus on the five key scholars of the period: Komarovsky, de Beauvoir, Mead, Klein and Herschberger. This has been a somewhat overlooked period in the development of feminist theory and philosophy and Tarrant makes a compelling case for it (the fifties) being the turning point in the study of gender.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the last chapter, Samantha Panther salvages what’s left of her life. Now, another character bursts upon the scene change. Who? Possibly.
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 57

In the maximum security wing of the George Walker home for the Criminally Insane and Marginally Demented, the orderly strolled along the snow white corridor in a suitably orderly manner. He made his way down the passage checking in turn through the reinforced glass viewing panels set into the solid steel doors of each room and pausing only to start again. Taking a left into the RoeDrunner annex he headed for the BhamBee television lounge and the chance to sit back and have a break before once again doing his hourly rounds of the institution’s most special ‘clients’.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
It is hoped the reader savoured the brevity of the preceding chapter. When last we saw Samantha Panther she was drowning in a subterranean submarine waterway deep under curvaceous Luxemborg. But first...

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 56

Being one of the few people to stand up to the Vice-chancellor and live to walk away was no small achievement… It was no huge achievement either of course. Probably best regarded as a pretty middling achievement as far as such things can reliably be measured and graded.

The one time resident of the small south Devon town with the distinctive name wandered….stumbled even, down the cobbled side street. Until very recently his mission had been simply to reach the town, since arriving he had been further inspired to draw his trek to a conclusion by reaching the shore, the narrow strip where the cold waters of the English Channel lapped up onto the cold land of the English coast.

‘My gods, man, where have you been?’*

The opening of Dandy at Safari Sams was a big success!

The turnout was great , the guests pulled out all the stops in dressing the part , and the whole thing went off virtually without a hitch!

The show was stunning ,and the compliments from guests were very inspiring!

This makes me very , very happy!

It also means I have no escape for quite some time ,and most definitely need help to pick up the slack ,it's alot of work.

The next one hopfully will be even better , who knows .....