Spoz and friends: Tales of a London medical student

These delightful stories chart the stuttering and at times quite hapless progress of ‘the Spoz', (so named by his brother ‘the Woog') from Norwich schooldays through his time as a student at a prestigious London medical school in the 1970s. From his initial interview at St Thomas' Hospital - an institution he chose because he had never heard of it and on that rather dubious basis thought he was more likely to be accepted - to his final exams, the book documents the author's painful progress as an immature seventeen-year-old away from home for the first time. Sexually naïve, he devotes much of his time attempting to lose his virginity, while his excessive beer-drinking hampers his success and results in several awkward brushes with the London constabulary. Chronically impecunious and homeless for several months, Spoz devises various hair-brained money-making schemes and ultimately has to take extensive time out of his studies to work on a nearby building site. From there he witnesses the bombing of Westminster Palace by the IRA, while his absenteeism from classes almost results in a premature end to his already unpromising career. While always infused with the author's characteristic humour, the Tales of Spoz offer the reader a more serious yet unobtrusive social commentary on the problems of being a student in that era, charting the often tortuous transition of a group of young men from immature schoolboys to responsible young doctors.

Speaking Volumes

How did a fishmonger’s son from Tyneside, growing up in the 1950s with a Geordie accent, become the person who recorded over 900 audiobooks and received an MBE from the Queen in the Birthday Honours of 2017?
This ‘charming’, ‘entertaining’ and ‘heart-warming’ memoir answers that question.

Reviews:

AudioFile magazine
“…not simply a reader but an artist of the spoken word…”
“…Gordon Griffin, an entire acting company in one person…”

“Witty and moving memoir of how a working-class boy becomes THE voice of the spoken word.
Honest and vivid account plus excellent advice for those of us who work with words.” Miriam Margolyes

Songs Through the Night

We are all at some time or other faced with loss and trial. How do we deal with them? If these kinds of experiences are foreign to us now, they inevitably will come to us. What is it like for those who struggle with long-term illness and a doctor’s diagnosis?
This book handles these issues head-on from someone who has lived with Parkinson’s disease for over 20 years and who has been involved with facing many different kinds of loss. Where is God in all this? In this book the author reflects honestly on these issues – and more – and uses his battles with Parkinson’s as a place to start.

Some Antipodean Musings of An Octogenarian Pom

When the author reached the age of eighty, and was no longer able to travel much, he began to put a few words on paper; his motivation was to keep his mind alert as his muscles weakened. Some of these ‘musings’ attempted to be amusing, without much success. Others were reactions to articles in the Australian newspaper, in the days when he could afford to have it delivered every day. Then he got carried away and began to deliberately wear different hats; a sportswriter one day, a current affairs commentator on another day, an arrogant book-reviewer the next.All the opinions expressed are his own, based upon wide reading and a good memory, so that ideas spawned by a book on theoretical physics began to mix with stories of the Brith Raj in India. And his sound Catholic upbringing, based on his father’s love of Rerum Novarum, began to embrace the results of living for a while in a strongly Buddhist society.So, if you are looking for historical accuracy you will not find it here: he has kept no notes or references; what is in his head has leaked out through his word-processer. It is curiously therapeutic; a bit like going to Confession but not quite.

Solo Travel Fun with Multiple Sclerosis

This small autobiographical record of a few solo trips on two walking sticks to Asia, Australasia and the Caribbean takes a look at the spirituality of travel, the travel of spirituality, and the humour in all of it.

It could rightly be said that nothing I experienced was dramatic in comparison to the truly exciting and/or scary human events daily found on the Internet and in TV programmes, but my journeys achieved something greater. They allowed me to grow.

When I was first diagnosed, I was advised to expect immobility, and was counselled to accept stasis; instead, I went around the world and I am still smiling at it. I hope that you will follow me if you have recently been visited by disability.

It is often said that laughter is the best medicine, to which I would now add that travel is the best laughter and the richest religion.

Solo in Oz

My travelling adventure started after my son, Stefan, and his friend, Rob, set off to the California Coast in America for a few weeks staying in hotels and backpacking across America to Las Vegas. I decided on my trip to Australia and it set a travel bug off inside me to do a two-month adventure of a lifetime backpacking and staying in hotels and travelling 12,000 miles across Australia by train.

Solace in Stamps

My memoir traces the many traumatic events I’ve dealt with, in socially changing times, from the mid-1950s onwards. I’ve fought the government’s solicitors because of inequality, survived a rare type of cancer and sepsis, and battled depression too. I’ve written about the emotions I’ve felt over several relationships; a cheating fiancé, a marriage on the rebound and an affair with a married lover. With little education, I tell of my quest to become a surveyor in later life. I’ve recently had to come to terms with the tragic deaths of both parents. Often when times were difficult, especially as a child, I found huge comfort in my stamp collection. Yet there are many lighter moments too!

I am fortunate to possess transcripts that describe my grandfather’s years as a dispatch rider during the Great War. He witnessed horrific sights at the battlefields on the Somme and experienced grief and heartache when a younger brother died in 1914, his older brother died at Ypres in 1915 and his mother died in 1917.

There are also intriguing links within my story to my 2^nd great-grandfather who was the illegitimate son of a wealthy landowner and an agricultural labourer’s daughter. Born in 1854, he trained as a tailor and travelled to where the Industrial Revolution had taken hold and mills were springing up in the Midlands and Far North.

In addition, I have an amazing connection to my 14^th great-grandfather who fought for King Henry VIII and who was knighted as a result.

Sobriety Delivered EVERYTHING Alcohol Promised

In this life-changing book by Justine Whitchurch, you’ll discover that you too can escape the clutches of alcoholism. This book holds a message for those caught in the battle, that their divine purpose is waiting for them on the other side…you are stronger than you think.

“Sometimes all you need is for someone else to believe in you, before you can believe in yourself.” – Justine Whitchurch.

“…Much of my drinking was hidden from them, or so I thought. I knew I was being watched like a hawk, so I was sneaking it in whenever and wherever I could. I would venture to the local bottle shop and buy miniature bottles of vodka so I could stash it in secret places. It felt like the perfect crime. The only problem was I had to dispose of the bottles somehow, and that was proving tricky. In times of quiet desperation, I resorted to taking swigs of alcohol-based mouthwash to subside my urges; something I can never erase from my memory.

But the worst was yet to come. It was a weekday, and I had just woken up feeling like a slowly decomposing corpse. My skin felt like it was crawling with bugs, my heart was racing, and panic was overwhelming my body. Looking into the mirror, I realized my face was still black from a fall a few days earlier. But like most other times, I had a vague memory of what happened.

I was on round-the-clock surveillance by my family and the thought of getting through the attempted detox was unbearable. Discreetly, I raided my dad’s alcohol cabinet and over a 30-minute period, downed 500mls of straight spirits. The next thing I can remember was waking up in an ambulance on the way to hospital and trying to answer the paramedic’s questions about how much I had drunk…”

Sleeping with the Gasman

Who or what is an anaesthetist? That strange individual who attends a patient on the morning of major surgery and says, “Hello, it was you I was looking for.”

Is that person a technician? Is that person a doctor?

As the patient, you are about to put your life entirely in their hands. As a patient would you not like to know more about this shady character, the gasman or the gasoose?

Sleeping with the Gasman is written as a story by an anaesthetist. It is based on personal experiences, observations, stories and anecdotes.

Ultimately, the patient and the gasoose are both human, or are they?

Sled Dog Gun: Aviemore Dreaming

Jim Bryde, sled dog racer, always had the ambition to place first in the pinnacle of Britain's sled dog racing, the competition ‘Aviemore'. This is the story of his life shared with Siberian Huskies; the trouble, love and tragedy that can come with a passion for racing and indeed for the dogs themselves.
Jim's beloved dogs include the loveable Joker, stubborn Dansa, the placid and friendly Bandit, but could it be Gun, son of Fly and Maji, and Gun's subsequent bloodline, who can finally lead Jim's team to victory, after many years of placing second?
While Jim's personal life sometimes overlaps into the world of racing, the passion for his hobby can be felt in every word of this endearing account of sled dog racing. To those interested in owning Siberian Huskies and racing sled dogs, his own individual accounts of his experiences are full of valuable tips.

Shit Happens!

The contents of this book are a perfectly true account of the noteworthy events that occurred before and during the author’s 53-year career in sewage treatment and water pollution control. Many of those events, referred to as “SHIT HAPPENINGS” were extremely amusing and some were absolutely hilarious, though in some cases they were undoubtedly dangerous to the author himself as well as others.

Many of those occurrences were almost unbelievable but even after many years they remain etched into people’s memories. Some events could be regarded as ‘tragi-comic’; amusing for some people but causing misery, discomfort and despair as well for others. Some were indeed extremely tragic, where innocent lives were lost and most of these were caused by a combination of laziness, greed and lack of concern for others. These last three qualities were clearly shown in all the countries the author worked in: The United Kingdom (England, Scotland and Wales), Thailand, Hong Kong, Egypt, Turkey, Singapore, Taiwan, and Australia. However, it must be said that SHIT did not HAPPEN in all of them.

Ships, Trips and Rites of Passage

This is a true-life story of a young man’s life in the Royal Navy during the early 1970s. The book provides insight into what life was like for young men joining Her Majesty’s Forces at that time and of the journeys that followed during a five-year period. The book takes the reader through basic naval training and to far-flung places visited aboard HMS Albion (RO7) “The Old Grey Ghost”, a 22,000-ton Centaur-class Light Fleet Carrier, until its decommission. The story relays the difficulties and struggles of one young man and his decision to leave a career after moving to shore bases. The book offers a historical perspective of the Royal Navy from the eyes of a rating and a world much different from today.