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EXTRACT: from A Missing MC

A Missing MC is a story about how friendships change over time and the burden growing up can place on precious ideals. I tried to pick out extracts to illustrate this when preparing the complimentary ad for the novel to appear in the solarbox, the London telephone box recently converted into a mobile phone charging unit (see News below). Here’s one:

As Pez sped past other cars driving on the motorway at a reasonable speed, I started to feel like I did the night I was with Joel and got wasted on all sorts of substances. Pez was caressing the leather steering wheel, and I was wondering how I had arrived here in this playboy car, with this flash corporate twat. Just like with Joel, I could recognise only glimpses of the guy I once knew. The rest belonged to a type that took wealth for granted, someone who expected things to be of the finest ilk, who wanted everyone to know he had it but didn’t want a soul to know how he got it. I suddenly realised I was sitting next to the guy we all once said we would never become. We pledged not to be the suited snakes that lurked around the dance floor looking for a fresher they could show off to. I could recall Mel once getting involved with someone who used to drive his BMW across the M62 from Manchester three times a week just to see her.

With Pez, time had shown. However long it was, it had been too long, and that was my fault as much as his. My recent trip to London had proved I was in my own bubble, intent on my own thing. The so-called voyage, that appeared now to be coming to an end, had taught me that over time people may have disappeared from my radar, but they certainly did not disappear altogether. They carried on existing, and just like me they had their own day to focus on each time they woke up. Before you knew it, you had veered in a certain direction, and there were no guarantees that others had pitched their sails the same in the meantime. As much as I was angry at Pez for not making enough of an effort with the rest of us, I had to accept that to an extent the same could be said of me.

A Missing MC is an ebook available on all major apps for mobiles and tablets including Amazon, Kobo, Nook and Apple iBooks. It is also available on ereaders such as the Kindle and Nook.

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EXTRACT: from A Missing MC

I’ll share snippets from my novel here from time to time. Here’s a passage from a semi-romantic scene, which took me a few attempts to get right…. 

I looked away and laughed to myself, taking another sip. Was that what I thought it was? I was fully aware that tonight had not been my night so far, and the Shakesy incident was probably still affecting my judgement. Misreading her signs would have been a dangerous thing to happen right now. Nor could I, or would I, just lunge in. Whether for a small-time magazine or for Private Eye, Naomi was a journalist, and she clearly knew people I knew. For all that she was saying the right things, I couldn’t trust her.

But more mild flirtation wouldn’t do any harm. I moved my hand behind her back, placed it carefully just above her backside, enjoyed the soft fabric of her dress, and gently pulled her in so her ear could be close to me. I then asked, ‘Did you always want to be a prying journalist?’

She giggled some more but used the question as an opportunity to pull away again and straighten her stance. When she started speaking she appeared serious, almost formal. Between talking about how she always watched MTV News when she was a teenager, and how she managed to get her first taste of work experience, I struggled to concentrate fully on what she was saying. As she chatted on, I had an opportunity to take a proper look at her. She must have charmed a fair few singers and actors in her time, but there was something genuine about her too, something suggesting she was not a roadie or some dizzy little girl in it for the laughs and the sex and the drugs. Fair enough, I spent as much time making out the upper form of her full-looking breasts as I did judging her virtues as a writer on cultural matters, but this was no Jade. Whether I was going to get lucky tonight or not, I wanted to see her again.