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If you have ever wondered what it would be like to crash a fairground ride, upset the Russian mob, humiliate yourself before millions of people on national television, cause eleven thousand pounds damage to a restaurant in Blackpool as a result of your ineptitude with an industrial belt sander, be a bodyguard, make a movie with an A-list Hollywood actress, try to start a business in holographic confectionery, pole-dance, hang a lawnmower from a tree, receive a VIP tour of The Whitehouse, become a Born-Again Christian (for a bit), accidentally commit an armed robbery, be Santa Claus, become homeless after laundering twelve grand in Scottish hundred-pound notes from under your kitchen sink, learn to make weaponised plutonium, fall asleep on a push-bike, sell a pair of rusty skis, be sued over a fictional secret agent by an altogether terrifyingly real firm of international lawyers, hang twenty four thousand chickens on a rack, be pursued by the paparazzi, attend a fancy dress party as a serial killer, buy twenty five thousand terracotta flower pots for a pound, co-host a radio talk show, buy a crane, flee your home in fear of a gangster ordering your legs by snapped like Twiglets, experience a surreal time-travelling incident, mislabel boxes of creosote, throw-up on stage while trying to host a game show, learn to fly, escape an assassination attempt with the assistance of a cup of tea and a cheese sandwich, or be normal... then you're no longer alone.
Welcome to Danland.
Welcome to No stranger to the P45.
A humorous fantasy novel for children of ten years of age and older. Finn is a bored young leprechaun. He wants something exciting to happen, but never having been blessed by the Good Luck Fairy, he soon gets far more than he bargained for. This is no fairy tale…
Fay Thompson moved to Crete from London to make a new life for herself on the Greek island in the sun. Over the years she built up strong friendships and established herself as a writer and reviewer of tourist resorts and excursions. It was everything she had ever wanted. She was finally in control of her life, it was organised, she knew where she stood, she was happy. Or was she?
Adam Ford was a relative newcomer to the island but decided to move his business to Crete to escape a cutthroat and soulless life in London. Now he was working on setting up a travel company but he needed someone who knew the island well to help him organise the excursions and programmes for the tourists.
Sal was a good friend of Fay’s from London. Sal always enjoyed life to the full. She had visited Fay in Crete on a number of occasions in the past and now she too wanted to enjoy the carefree Mediterranean lifestyle.
With the arrival of these two newcomers to the island, the safe orderly life that Fay was used to changed. She experienced danger, fear, love and fun, and she eventually realised that some things are worth taking a risk for.
'Funnier than Clarkson',..... 'Wittier than Bryson',.......Just two of the endorsements unlikely to grace the meanderings of a cheerful cynic in India's hippy paradise, Goa.
If you have ever wondered what it would be like to crash a fairground ride, upset the Russian mob, humiliate yourself before millions of people on national television, cause eleven thousand pounds damage to a restaurant in Blackpool as a result of your ineptitude with an industrial belt sander, be a bodyguard, make a movie with an A-list Hollywood actress, try to start a business in holographic confectionery, pole-dance, hang a lawnmower from a tree, receive a VIP tour of The Whitehouse, become a Born-Again Christian (for a bit), accidentally commit an armed robbery, be Santa Claus, become homeless after laundering twelve grand in Scottish hundred-pound notes from under your kitchen sink, learn to make weaponised plutonium, fall asleep on a push-bike, sell a pair of rusty skis, be sued over a fictional secret agent by an altogether terrifyingly real firm of international lawyers, hang twenty four thousand chickens on a rack, be pursued by the paparazzi, attend a fancy dress party as a serial killer, buy twenty five thousand terracotta flower pots for a pound, co-host a radio talk show, buy a crane, flee your home in fear of a gangster ordering your legs by snapped like Twiglets, experience a surreal time-travelling incident, mislabel boxes of creosote, throw-up on stage while trying to host a game show, learn to fly, escape an assassination attempt with the assistance of a cup of tea and a cheese sandwich, or be normal... then you're no longer alone.
Welcome to Danland.
Welcome to No stranger to the P45.
A humorous fantasy novel for children of ten years of age and older. Finn is a bored young leprechaun. He wants something exciting to happen, but never having been blessed by the Good Luck Fairy, he soon gets far more than he bargained for. This is no fairy tale…
Fay Thompson moved to Crete from London to make a new life for herself on the Greek island in the sun. Over the years she built up strong friendships and established herself as a writer and reviewer of tourist resorts and excursions. It was everything she had ever wanted. She was finally in control of her life, it was organised, she knew where she stood, she was happy. Or was she?
Adam Ford was a relative newcomer to the island but decided to move his business to Crete to escape a cutthroat and soulless life in London. Now he was working on setting up a travel company but he needed someone who knew the island well to help him organise the excursions and programmes for the tourists.
Sal was a good friend of Fay’s from London. Sal always enjoyed life to the full. She had visited Fay in Crete on a number of occasions in the past and now she too wanted to enjoy the carefree Mediterranean lifestyle.
With the arrival of these two newcomers to the island, the safe orderly life that Fay was used to changed. She experienced danger, fear, love and fun, and she eventually realised that some things are worth taking a risk for.
'Funnier than Clarkson',..... 'Wittier than Bryson',.......Just two of the endorsements unlikely to grace the meanderings of a cheerful cynic in India's hippy paradise, Goa.