I started playing Squash fifty years ago when a neighbour seeing a new sports centre was opening which featured a Squash Court asked me if I fancied giving it a go.
From that beginning I have played more or less continuously barring a twelve thousand mile transfer and various holiday and sickness breaks.
the past about twenty years my opponent has been my oldest Kiwi friend, and we have gradually slowed down together.
Squash is an ideal game, compact and not weather/season dependent and
with few rules. Smashing that black ball against the wall gets rid of stress and tension, is good for hand/eye co-ordination and reflexes.
Sadly the squash court has closed and our alternative
was to re-join the local club which we left twenty years ago which neither of us fancied.
Secretly both of us was awaiting the other to ask "is it time to retire?" So the decision has
been made for us.
We move on!
TWELVE THOUSAND TO ONE
After two, no, maybe three years I have written the FINAL Chapter and have a plan for the next episode - and maybe beyond
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WHO IS ROBERT PRESTON?
Is he Kathy's mysterious
Englishman who drinks in her Christchurch bar?
The passsport supports this identity
Is he GEORGE DIXON
a childhood friend of Mike Daly who remembers him when they raced Roaring Liz through the quiet streets of their Lincolnshire village?
The passport photograph convInces him - the distinctive scar can belong to one
WHOEVER IT IS, HIS SKELETON LIES IN THE BUSH OFF A DESERTED TRACK IN NEW ZEALAND.
In his search for the truth Mike uncovers a 1985 New
Zealand bloodstock scam and we relive those days of financial piracy following the Rogernomics "reforms" before it all fell apart in 1987. Days of greed and naivety, of housewives' stocks and shares clubs, When gambling
on the stock exchange equalled gambling on racehorses.
Dixon/Preston meets Mr Asia, and the violent drug baron Terry Clarke, and is threatened by a Bikie gang.
We are introduced to Sinjon from Jamaica and his Manchester drug financed nightclub, and see the growth of the drug culture and the West Indian Yardies in England during the sixties and seventies,
Dixon, hiding from French Albie when his land-deal
scam went wrong by chance meets Paddy O'Hara in a Richmond hotel, an expert on racehorses who introduces him to the New Zealand 1984 financial euphoria.
WAS IT GEORGE
DIXON'S SKELETON = OR ROBERT PRESTON - OR EVEN RODGER JONES OR MAYBE PADDY O'HARA BURIED IN THE BUSH AT STOCKYARD BAY?
THOUSAND TO ONE UNRAVELS THIS MYSTERY.
I INVITE ANYONE TO READ AND CRITIQUE MY MANUSCRIPT WHILST I CONTINUE WITH THE MIKE DALY STORY
CONTACT ME FOR MORE INFORMATION.
ANOTHER DOOR OPENS - MY BOOKS ARE NOW ON DISPLAY AT
THE LITTLE BOOK COMPANY, GABLES ARCADE, RANGIORA - the best bookshop in the district. Thank you.
DOORS CLOSE AND RE-OPEN
Inevitably when finishing a book which has been worked on for years there is a sense of closure.
My mind was blank until I re-read the final chapter and asked myself. Is this the end for Mike Daly?
I had grown to like my key character MIKE DALY and I will not say how Twelve Thousand to One ended - but that last chapter seemed to call for a sequel or even a trilogy (if I live that long!).
So a sequel or a follow-up was born, which will send Mike searching for the truth about his late father who he never really knew.
I examine the fine line
between heroism and cowardice, and the permanent of war on immature minds.
At the same time, the mystery of George Dixon/Robert Preston nags away at him seemingly further away than
Only one avenue still remains open!