A warehouse? Thought Maggie. What kind of weirdo lives in a warehouse? Maggie had received the call not half an hour ago. Had she envisioned the derelict state of the address she had been summoned to she probably wouldn't have come. Still she was here now and she'd be damned if she was going to waste her precious time by turning tail now.
The alley she'd just turned into was damp and smelled like wet socks, left too long between washer and drier. It was dark too. Of course it's dark she mused it was nearly midnight. She felt like a call girl in this horrid bleak place. I bet the cab driver thought I was a hooker she thought to herself.
To make matters even worse Maggie was lost. The directions, which had seemed so simple on the phone, just didn't seem to translate to the place in which she now stood. She rounded the block again and began her third circuit, when finally she saw the door.
A single buzzer, the colour of nicotine, adorned the steel door and without hesitation the young girl pressed it hard. It made a slight moaning sound like a creaky door in an old house and trembled slightly under her finger.
"Hello?" Said the voice from the phonecall.
"Hi its Maggie from the agency, you called earlier?" She replied into the rusty intercom.
"Yes! Yes! Come in, Come in," The little box blurted.
A split second later the sound of deadbolts being thrown heralded the opening of the steel door.
Friday 19 June 2009
The Descent Of Micheal O'Dowd. By Neil D Campbell... Chapter One
Micheal O'Dowd was falling. This was not a new sensation for him, he'd been plumetting for as long as he could remember. His memory however was not what it once was and he couldn't exactly be sure how long his current descent had been in swing. He was certain of one thing though. Falling was supposed to be a vertical thing.
Micheal was absolutely certain that he'd seen the bridge he was falling over before. Not under, not past and not even from, no Mr O'Dowd was in the midst of tumbling over the Hammersmith bridge. A sudden sense of queasiness overtook him and he tried for a moment to find something to grab hold of as the great fairy lit bridge raced past him. Like one of those art student photos or cheap car adverts, where the lights blurred into one and all motion becomes just a haze of neon.
He was utterly sick of his current condition. So far today he'd plunged across most of central London. He'd dived along Hyde Park corner and plummeted past Buckingham Palace. He was not only tired of falling he was actually getting tired.
There comes a point in most good crisis', where despite one's own sense of mortal peril, exhaustion will nudge you into a good deal of slumber. Micheal O'Dowd was well beyond this point. Promptly he fell asleep.
Micheal was absolutely certain that he'd seen the bridge he was falling over before. Not under, not past and not even from, no Mr O'Dowd was in the midst of tumbling over the Hammersmith bridge. A sudden sense of queasiness overtook him and he tried for a moment to find something to grab hold of as the great fairy lit bridge raced past him. Like one of those art student photos or cheap car adverts, where the lights blurred into one and all motion becomes just a haze of neon.
He was utterly sick of his current condition. So far today he'd plunged across most of central London. He'd dived along Hyde Park corner and plummeted past Buckingham Palace. He was not only tired of falling he was actually getting tired.
There comes a point in most good crisis', where despite one's own sense of mortal peril, exhaustion will nudge you into a good deal of slumber. Micheal O'Dowd was well beyond this point. Promptly he fell asleep.
While I'm waiting... Some more feedback from my editor and a new novel from scratch...
So... First the news... The Tramp Steamer is, as you may know, currently being proof read and edited by a colleague of mine. Its a big undertaking and the lovely lady in question is doing it on her own time and for gratis. Thus it would be unthinkable to rush her. I have had some feedback though and the latest snippet is my favourite to date. Here's the qoute.
"The book's a great read and I have to keep stopping myself from skipping to the end to find out what happens. It's a great story and well written any publisher would be mad not to put it into print."
After reading that I developed a sudden rosey glow which I seem to have some difficulty in shifting.
Impatience is one of my greatest virtues however and as such I have decided to start writing a brand new unrelated story exclusively here on my blog. I intend to write as often as possible in short bursts and from scratch. What follows next is anyone's guess...
"The book's a great read and I have to keep stopping myself from skipping to the end to find out what happens. It's a great story and well written any publisher would be mad not to put it into print."
After reading that I developed a sudden rosey glow which I seem to have some difficulty in shifting.
Impatience is one of my greatest virtues however and as such I have decided to start writing a brand new unrelated story exclusively here on my blog. I intend to write as often as possible in short bursts and from scratch. What follows next is anyone's guess...
Tuesday 26 May 2009
Travel Stories...
I thought I might post some of my old travel logues from my days as a travel writer...
This is my favourite...
The Last Train From Bangkok.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, stuff is so easy to put off when the sun blazes at a steady 40 degrees. When eventually we decided to make a break from the sweltering city of Bangkok and head for the coast I guess we should have expected the trains to be full. Having already experienced the white-knuckle ride affectionately known as the V.I.P. bus trip I had no intention of braving death once more to save a few bucks. So when our ever-resourceful travel agent found us four beds in the slightly extravagant air-conditioned compartment of the night train out of Bangkok that evening we jumped at the chance.
Getting to the station was its own adventure. We'd left ourselves plenty of time, so we thought, but as the taxi honked its horn for the twenty-fifth time in twenty-five yards we realized that we'd vastly under-estimated Bangkok's rush hour traffic. I think it may have taken us about two hours to travel the five or so miles to the station and as we arrived the other passengers were already scurrying around the platform in anticipation of the train's imminent departure. We had just enough time to stock up on supplies whilst playing a variation on the old game what's the time Mister Wolf, sprinting back and forth along the platform to the various stalls and stands while all the while keeping an eye on the last train out of Bangkok which would periodically roar and hiss it's readiness for the off, sending us scrambling back to our seats.
Once on board we settled in to our spacious and comfortable seats armed with enough books and games to see us through a nuclear winter. Our exclusive carriage was at the very rear of the train and as promised air-conditioned. Our traveling companions for the trip were a strange lot. We had Will and Emma from Swindon in England; although Bristol was far better they continued to tell us. Will, relatively new to traveling, was as excited as a puppy at almost everything he saw, heard or touched. His enthusiasm was certainly infectious and before long we were all gawping at the night-lights of Bangkok as our orient express rumbled through the city. Emma, Will's partner, by contrast had been traveling for years and exuded a sense of confidence, which could bring calm to the wildest of storms and instantly put us all at ease.
Roan and Mona from the sunny shores of Australia were also on hand to offer tales and whisky to ease the long trip. Mona worked as a tour guide in the north of Thailand, although she confessed that to do so was illegal for anyone not a native of Thailand. She got round the problem by working officially as an entertainer and hoping no one put her on the spot. Her tour guiding had given her a base understanding of the language which she spoke with enthusiasm if not particularly well.
Mona had recently been bitten by a wild dog in the northern regions of Thailand and had been following what was almost a scavenger hunt to get the next installment of her Rabies injection. From expensive resort doctors to the local clinic in a hut on a mountain she was always planning her next fix. If you haven't had your rabies inoculation then you have to have five injections over the course of a week if you're bitten by an infected animal and don't seek attention immediately. Once the symptoms start there's no cure and a death from rabies is slow and terrible.
Whilst in Bangkok Will, Emma, my girlfriend Felicity and I had been playing with the children and a little kitten in the grounds of our guesthouse. After the cute yet slightly surly little ball of fluff had grown bored of the constant attention and had opted for a quick escape by biting Will on the arm and scratching Emma on the lip. After the little seething lump of claw and fang had secured his freedom we thought no more about it, until that is we met Mona and Roan. Roan didn't really say much but seemed to like whisky and bridge, which he, Mona, Felicity and I played for about four hours. The game of bridge whilst easing a good portion of our journey also helped conjure images of Agatha Christies Orient Express and as our own train rumbled through the jungle between Bangkok and Surat Thani I couldn't help wondering if the huge packs that Mona and Roan had chained and bolted to their seats contained more than just clothes and books, I mean surely you could stuff a dozen corpses in just one of them. Anyway Mona's tales of rabid dogs and slow and sure death had caught the attention of Emma, who didn't believe in co-incidence, and plans were made to visit the nearest hospital or doctor as soon as we arrived at our destination.
As dawn broke over the rainforests of Thailand we were all children again locked into our own little worlds of exploration and sheer awe at the natural feast that was unfolding in every direction you could see. The trip itself had been anything but relaxing, as I mentioned before our carriage was at the very end of the train and as such it didn't seem to be connected to the tracks rather just dragged along by the violent force of the train in-front as such it bounced and careered along like a tin can attached to the back of a wedding car. Having been on sleeper trains in Thailand before this experience was unusual as normally they're as calm as a Hindu cow.
When we arrived in Surat Thani, a town that surely only exists because the trains terminate there and the ferries begin, we were bundled into the back of a pick up and driven at high speed past various other pick ups each also filled with intrepid explorers, some heading for the beach, others heading for full moon parties, still more heading for the South and Malaysia.
Having recently recovered from a nasty car crash I managed to survive the bus journey to Phuket only by closing my eyes and swearing a lot. I can't really tell you much about the bus journey as I've managed to erase most of it from my memory.
Upon our arrival in Phuket town, as promised, we headed straight for the hospital and after a few minutes Will and Emma were whisked off to see the doctor regarding their life threatening encounter with the savage beast of Bangkok. After about half an hour a very embarrassed couple emerged from the hospital minus a thousand Baht and feeling a little silly. Turns out that there hasn't been a case of rabies from a cat in Thailand for thirty years and when Will was trying to explain why they felt they were in danger from the animals bite the doctors were asking all kinds of questions about it, like how big it was. After he explained that the monster concerned was in fact a kitten about six inches long the doctor responded with the line "You must have been very scared." The Thais have a wicked sense of humour.
The moral of the story I guess is that while taking care in the wilder regions of Thailand is very sensible. You can pretty much relax in what is a very safe and very civilized country. Rabid dogs in the hill tribe regions are not unknown but don't fear your next encounter with Tiddles, or take the precaution of ensuring you're armed with a ball of wool to keep the beast entertained. Giant centipedes however, well that's another story...
This is my favourite...
The Last Train From Bangkok.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, stuff is so easy to put off when the sun blazes at a steady 40 degrees. When eventually we decided to make a break from the sweltering city of Bangkok and head for the coast I guess we should have expected the trains to be full. Having already experienced the white-knuckle ride affectionately known as the V.I.P. bus trip I had no intention of braving death once more to save a few bucks. So when our ever-resourceful travel agent found us four beds in the slightly extravagant air-conditioned compartment of the night train out of Bangkok that evening we jumped at the chance.
Getting to the station was its own adventure. We'd left ourselves plenty of time, so we thought, but as the taxi honked its horn for the twenty-fifth time in twenty-five yards we realized that we'd vastly under-estimated Bangkok's rush hour traffic. I think it may have taken us about two hours to travel the five or so miles to the station and as we arrived the other passengers were already scurrying around the platform in anticipation of the train's imminent departure. We had just enough time to stock up on supplies whilst playing a variation on the old game what's the time Mister Wolf, sprinting back and forth along the platform to the various stalls and stands while all the while keeping an eye on the last train out of Bangkok which would periodically roar and hiss it's readiness for the off, sending us scrambling back to our seats.
Once on board we settled in to our spacious and comfortable seats armed with enough books and games to see us through a nuclear winter. Our exclusive carriage was at the very rear of the train and as promised air-conditioned. Our traveling companions for the trip were a strange lot. We had Will and Emma from Swindon in England; although Bristol was far better they continued to tell us. Will, relatively new to traveling, was as excited as a puppy at almost everything he saw, heard or touched. His enthusiasm was certainly infectious and before long we were all gawping at the night-lights of Bangkok as our orient express rumbled through the city. Emma, Will's partner, by contrast had been traveling for years and exuded a sense of confidence, which could bring calm to the wildest of storms and instantly put us all at ease.
Roan and Mona from the sunny shores of Australia were also on hand to offer tales and whisky to ease the long trip. Mona worked as a tour guide in the north of Thailand, although she confessed that to do so was illegal for anyone not a native of Thailand. She got round the problem by working officially as an entertainer and hoping no one put her on the spot. Her tour guiding had given her a base understanding of the language which she spoke with enthusiasm if not particularly well.
Mona had recently been bitten by a wild dog in the northern regions of Thailand and had been following what was almost a scavenger hunt to get the next installment of her Rabies injection. From expensive resort doctors to the local clinic in a hut on a mountain she was always planning her next fix. If you haven't had your rabies inoculation then you have to have five injections over the course of a week if you're bitten by an infected animal and don't seek attention immediately. Once the symptoms start there's no cure and a death from rabies is slow and terrible.
Whilst in Bangkok Will, Emma, my girlfriend Felicity and I had been playing with the children and a little kitten in the grounds of our guesthouse. After the cute yet slightly surly little ball of fluff had grown bored of the constant attention and had opted for a quick escape by biting Will on the arm and scratching Emma on the lip. After the little seething lump of claw and fang had secured his freedom we thought no more about it, until that is we met Mona and Roan. Roan didn't really say much but seemed to like whisky and bridge, which he, Mona, Felicity and I played for about four hours. The game of bridge whilst easing a good portion of our journey also helped conjure images of Agatha Christies Orient Express and as our own train rumbled through the jungle between Bangkok and Surat Thani I couldn't help wondering if the huge packs that Mona and Roan had chained and bolted to their seats contained more than just clothes and books, I mean surely you could stuff a dozen corpses in just one of them. Anyway Mona's tales of rabid dogs and slow and sure death had caught the attention of Emma, who didn't believe in co-incidence, and plans were made to visit the nearest hospital or doctor as soon as we arrived at our destination.
As dawn broke over the rainforests of Thailand we were all children again locked into our own little worlds of exploration and sheer awe at the natural feast that was unfolding in every direction you could see. The trip itself had been anything but relaxing, as I mentioned before our carriage was at the very end of the train and as such it didn't seem to be connected to the tracks rather just dragged along by the violent force of the train in-front as such it bounced and careered along like a tin can attached to the back of a wedding car. Having been on sleeper trains in Thailand before this experience was unusual as normally they're as calm as a Hindu cow.
When we arrived in Surat Thani, a town that surely only exists because the trains terminate there and the ferries begin, we were bundled into the back of a pick up and driven at high speed past various other pick ups each also filled with intrepid explorers, some heading for the beach, others heading for full moon parties, still more heading for the South and Malaysia.
Having recently recovered from a nasty car crash I managed to survive the bus journey to Phuket only by closing my eyes and swearing a lot. I can't really tell you much about the bus journey as I've managed to erase most of it from my memory.
Upon our arrival in Phuket town, as promised, we headed straight for the hospital and after a few minutes Will and Emma were whisked off to see the doctor regarding their life threatening encounter with the savage beast of Bangkok. After about half an hour a very embarrassed couple emerged from the hospital minus a thousand Baht and feeling a little silly. Turns out that there hasn't been a case of rabies from a cat in Thailand for thirty years and when Will was trying to explain why they felt they were in danger from the animals bite the doctors were asking all kinds of questions about it, like how big it was. After he explained that the monster concerned was in fact a kitten about six inches long the doctor responded with the line "You must have been very scared." The Thais have a wicked sense of humour.
The moral of the story I guess is that while taking care in the wilder regions of Thailand is very sensible. You can pretty much relax in what is a very safe and very civilized country. Rabid dogs in the hill tribe regions are not unknown but don't fear your next encounter with Tiddles, or take the precaution of ensuring you're armed with a ball of wool to keep the beast entertained. Giant centipedes however, well that's another story...
Monday 4 May 2009
Why am I awake at 6am ? I used to think that this time in the morning only existed as a safety net, just enough time to see you back in bed. To me the period between 6am and 10am were make believe creations like Father Christmas and Ausrralia. Before anyone has a go, until I set foot on the golden sands of Bondia Beach it's still fiction to me. A vast conitnent with a tropical climate, a fine standard of living and full of weird beasts that hop about on their hind legs? Go on pull the other one!
So... the proof reading is underway and hopefully soon I'll have a complete draft and the submissions will begin. It's been a rollercoaster week too. My business is booming, my love life is just getting interesting again and Alex and I won the last tournament with a resounding victory. I am afraid I can't elaborate too much on this as it would destroy my rock star persona.
So hopefully I'll have some news on the book soon...
Oh yeah, before I forget. Climbing Mountains has been picked up by some reading list or something? I have no idea how or why but I'm secretly a bit pleased.
So... the proof reading is underway and hopefully soon I'll have a complete draft and the submissions will begin. It's been a rollercoaster week too. My business is booming, my love life is just getting interesting again and Alex and I won the last tournament with a resounding victory. I am afraid I can't elaborate too much on this as it would destroy my rock star persona.
So hopefully I'll have some news on the book soon...
Oh yeah, before I forget. Climbing Mountains has been picked up by some reading list or something? I have no idea how or why but I'm secretly a bit pleased.
Friday 24 April 2009
Today is a good day...
Dolly hasn't got cancer, Lisa's due a promotion and I've shifted some baggage. My brother's new book God Of Clocks has arrived and its increadible. I'm working on a new book at the moment too and the sun is shining... Oh and at long last I have a brand new electric cigarette, which is actually working. It may just be my Karma rebate has finally arrived...
Friday 17 April 2009
Some days weigh more than others
Today weighs more than most. I don't mind a little exercise but my shoulders aren't what they used to be... Some one very wise once told me it doesn't matter how deep the water gets as long as you're on top... Well today I am not on top and the waters very deep...
Call the coast guard I may well need them today. Wish me luck!
Call the coast guard I may well need them today. Wish me luck!
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