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The Devil’s Road

The Devil’s Road – A Baja Documentary

My lovely Australian friend Bri Bruce is currently crowd-funding an exciting documentary entitled” ‘The Devil’s Road: A Baja Documentary’.

Multi-talented Bri is an author, graphic designer and producer. She’s also a great cook and all-round nice gal.

Here’s a link to the campaign, which is a really fantastic project that offers extra-special rewards to supporters:

https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/the-devil-s-road-a-baja-documentary-history-adventure#/

Here’s some more info about Bri:

https://www.indiegogo.com/individuals/15425460

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Ghostwriter says Penguin should refund all those teenagers they ripped off

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I have a teensy-weensy confession for you: I’m not actually writing this article.

I mean, I came up with the ideas for the content and whatnot… The characters, is that what you call it? The story and all that… But when it came to the actual business of letting my fingers press down on those little buttons on a keyboard I let someone else do it. I mean, I spend a lot of money on my nails, each cuticle has a different sponsor and I wouldn’t want to let them down by breaking a nail, would I? Dyknowhatimean?

Sure, my name’s at the top of this article. But then why wouldn’t it be? I mean everybody knows my name but even I don’t know the name of the person who did the donkeywork on this article. The actual WRITING if that’s what you call it. That’s not important, is it? What’s important is that as many people as possible buy this article so that my publishers make as much money from it as possible. I mean, they gave me a lot – and I mean a LOT, a simply DISGUSTING amount of money – for permission to use my name so they have every right to try to – what’s the word? Recoup. That’s it. Recoup the money.

The people who read this article don’t really care that I didn’t write it. Do they? I mean, the most important thing is that the article bears my name. In a way, I’m sponsoring the article. That’s a nice way of putting it, isn’t it? I’m a sponsor. Just like all those people who sponsor me for wearing their lipstick and mascara. I’m SPONSORING these words. Every single word is endorsed by ME. Especially that last word. ME. There, I’ve sponsored it again.

I mean I don’t care if an 11-year-old girl named Sofia walked into W H Smith two weekends ago and was shaking with anticipation when she saw my new book that I didn’t write. If you’ve not heard of it I think it’s called ‘Grill Online’ and it’s about a girl who spends a lot of time online talking about make-up and boyfriends. I put a LOT of thought into that character. It doesn’t matter to me that Sofia pleaded with her parents for an advance on her pocket money so that she could give my publisher £12 to help repay, sorry RECOUP, all that money the publisher gave me to use my name. I’m just pleased that Sofia was able to buy a book with my name on the spine. What was inside that book is merely incidental.

I mean, what’s so wrong with using a ghostwriter anyway? I mean, I’m pretty sure that Jordan must use a ghostwriter. She writes loads of books. What about Stephen King? Isn’t he a ghostwriter? Yes I know that I probably should have mentioned that someone else actually composed the sentences in whatchmacallit? ‘Gull Ovine’ but no-one got hurt. Did they?

What do you mean that Sofia was really disappointed this morning when she read in the papers that her heroine and role model (role model? Don’t make me laugh. Even I wouldn’t have ME as a role model) didn’t actually write that expensive book that she wrote? What do you mean that Sofia simply assumed that a prestigious publisher such as Penguin would never consider deceiving hundreds of thousands of young girls all over the world simply to make money out of them? Penguin would NEVER do that. They have integrity. They have a reputation. I mean, everyone’s heard of Penguin Classics. They’re simply the best books in the world. I mean, didn’t Morrissey write a Penguin Classic?

Anyhow, even if they have made a teensy bit of money out of ‘Growl In Time’ it’s not such a bad thing. I mean everybody does it. Why only last night I had a Dixie Fried Chicken supper. It looked exactly like Kentucky Fried Chicken and the logo was almost identical. Why, it even tasted a little like KFC (I threw mine away in the end and got a Big Mack from Iceland). And what about Milli Vanilli? They were a pop group who didn’t even sing their songs and they won loads of awards! Grammys and all. There! Oh, hold on. They were stripped of all their awards and had to pay back loads of people who had bought their records thinking that they were singing their own songs. I mean, after all it did say ‘Milli Vanilli’ on the label of the record. Oops. That could never happen to me. Could it? I mean I came up with all the ideas and things for that book I didn’t write and then somebody else writ it down.

Maybe, come to think of it, would it have been that wrong for Penguin to simply have given the nice lady who wrote ‘God! A Crime!’ a credit on the front of the book? I mean my name could still have been bigger and maybe had a few sparkles on it but at least it would have been HONEST. And all those young girls like Sofia – I call them fans, which is a shorter way of spelling ‘sucker’ –  wouldn’t have been crying quite so much about wasting all their pocket money and having their hopes and dreams dashed and finding out that the world is just one big shop and that we’re all shoppers and individuality and originality is a CRIME.

I suppose that would have been the HONEST thing to do. I mean, I’m sure that people would still have bought that book I didn’t write. HONESTLY. Because isn’t writing all about honesty? Isn’t writing one of the few art forms that removes the distance between artist and observer to create an intimacy that can probably never be matched by any other media? Gosh! You can really tell that I didn’t write that last sentence.

I know what. What if Penguin were to simply REFUND the money that their wholly innocent and exploited teenage customers have been diddled out of? What if they simply give back all the money they’ve made trying to RECOUP all that money they gave to me? Wouldn’t that be the HONEST thing to do? Yes it would. I’m sure it would.

I’m going to call my agent right now… Now where’s my ghost caller? You can never find her when you need her…

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Johnny Nothing: Ian Probert

So pleased with this review I just had to reblog it. Thanks so much Lizzy.

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WARNING: This book will seriously damage your funny bone.

Oh, Wow. Dark, sordid, grotesque and hilarious are only a few words I can conjure up to describe this hilarious book. When I was sent the email, it was described as a children’s book however I am absolutely positive that this would be enjoyed greatly by a reader of any age! It’s a comedy mixed not only with gruesome descriptions and incredibly beautiful illustrations, but it also has a message and a moral that could teach any of us a good lesson! I absolutely loved this book so grab a copy and settle down to read!

The poorest boy in school has just inherited £1 million. But there is a catch: If he can hold on to his cash for a whole year he will earn ten times that amount. Enter Felicity MacKenzie, the ugliest, sweatiest, vilest, cruelest, hairiest mother in…

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Johnny Nothing – First review in

5.0 out of 5 stars This is a really great book, the writing reminds me of Roald Dahl 16 Mar 2014

By Danny
Format:Kindle Edition|Amazon Verified Purchase
This really does remind me of Roald Dahl’s writing, it’s dark and comic at the same time, it may be aimed at 10 year olds but it’s a great read for adults too ( well this adult definitely!).

The cover wouldn’t really draw in the reader it’s aimed at (IMHO) but well worth looking beyond that.

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Johnny Nothing – new kids book from Ian Probert. Out today!

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WARNING: This book will seriously damage your funny bone.

The poorest boy in school has just inherited £1 million. But there is a catch: If he can hold on to his cash for a whole year he will earn ten times that amount. Enter Felicity MacKenzie, the ugliest, sweatiest, vilest, cruelest, hairiest mother in the western world. When she steals her son’s money and goes on the spending spree to end all spending sprees it seems that Johnny Nothing will stay poor forever. However, Johnny has a plan – he will imprison his parents and force them to do homework and go to bed early as punishment.

Join Johnny Nothing, Bill and Ben the bouncer men, Ebenezer Dark and a cast of literally dozens in (probably) the funniest book you will (most likely) ever read in (some of) your lifetime. Learn why solicitors like handbags; why dead people are windier than the North Sea; why parents dislike electrocution; and what happens to you after you die.

Johnny Nothing: Book 01 in a series of less than two from best-selling author Ian Probert.

Available exclusively from Amazon

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00ITZTOUA

PS Please contact me if you would like a free review copy.