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Wendy Lockinge is preparing to attend the funeral of Dr Trescothick killed in the accident at Meniscus Laboratories. She muses on how much a mystery he remains.
After the lengthy drive to Kent in the University's ageing Bentley she encounters three men whose lives seem connected to that of Brian Trescothick. She labels then the Mourner, the Soldier and the Man of Power.
The Mourner is Sir Mervyn Bulliton, Chairman of Meniscus laboratories.
The soldier, still an impressive figure, is now in his eighties, and maintains a dignified silence distant from the others at the ceremony.
The Man of Power only appears briefly after the committal, remaining in a the back of the Rolls Royce. Bulliton hurries towards the car, attempts a conversation, but recoils in apparent terror at his encounter with the Man in the car, as the Rolls moves away ...
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On John Keane's arrival at Urmston University, his faculty head Montague Burton takes him to meet Simon Chalmers, the University Librarian. He warns him that the Librarian mocks senior academics by pretending to be an Orang-Utan. As he is speaking, the librarian but Keane wins him over by pretending to treat him in his role by offering him a banana.
Chalmers befriends Keane and starts helping him in his research.
But problems arise with university politics, and an attempt to end Keane's contract.
As the day of his interview approaches, Chalmers finds evidence that will buy time for him, offering hope of having his contract renewed ...
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The village square, Bramhall, is the pivot around which the community orbits. Well-trodden pathways converge to the nucleus of our community.
There is mini-playground for mini people, surrounded by all the services a resident could want. A Sainsbury's, a Pizza house, An Optician's, Solicitors, Dog grooming parlour, Oxfam, Gift shops, Herbal remedies (free Hormone advice), guitar lessons, a coffee and ice cream parlour, and more.
There is the free book exchange, excellent for assessing the discarded favourites too dog-eared for Oxfam. (Fifty Shades of Grey held the record number of discards, for several months earlier in the year).
Then the village notice board. Events, and services being offered or wanted.
One notice catches my eye. It is from Sustainable Bramhall & Bramhall’s Green Network...
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John Keane has resumed his lectures at the University, but is concealing his continuing flashbacks of his illness and meeting with the old man, as well as the drying up of his research.
His lecture one morning is interrupted by the news that there has been an accident at Meniscus Research Laboratories. The head of Lab Dr Trescothick has been fatally injured, prior to a visit to the University that afternoon.
Then news from the vice-chancellor Wendy lockinge sends John Keane into a state of shock where he is only able to remember and play a game of chess in his mind, triggered by a remark by his current department head Montague Beamer.
He struggles through the meeting that afternoon, but is dreading having to attend the funeral of Dr Trescothick.
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Jessica Lockinge believes her mother should be attempting to discover what happened to her father. In her anger she vows to start her own detection agency.
She meets John Keane and decides he will be a suitable client for her detective work. He is in trouble for breaking university rules, and the loathsome Professor Snee is trying to end his contract.
Jessica decides John Keane needs her help, even if he isn't aware of it, yet.
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Tuesday 8 November.
Another Westminster politician resigns in disgrace. Gavin Williamson had a controversial political career after working for a doubling-glazing business. That would have given plenty of ammunition for political opponents. He might have risen above the taunts of being a double-glazing salesman. But he didn’t. Maybe it also shaped his career. He became an enforcer of party disciple, appointed by Theresa May, one of the hard bunch know as the whips. The archaic language may have come from the days when Parliament was familiar with sport of fox hunting, with members of the servant classes whipping the dogs into action.
The language persisted, as well as a love of fox hunting, in the Tory party. Gavin was ideal material selected from the servile but ambitious lower classes...
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Many authors like to share embryonic ideas, in a process sometimes called co-creativity.
In this example an author/editor team play around with an idea exploring its potential for moving the idea on to the writing stage.
We present the unedited transcript of our discussion. We found it interesting as a process for collaborating, and hope other authors and editors might also find some value in it.
Have we given away the valuable copyright for a potential best seller? Not according to our legal advisors.
Why? That's a question for another creativity workshop.
Author: Tudor Rickards
Editor: Catherine Hull
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John Keane is recovering from his long illness, reflecting on the decision which took him from his time at the Meniscus research Laboratories to becoming a University Lecturer.
He reflects on his continued failure to make progress in his research and his efforts to conceal it. He worries that his contract will not be reviewed.
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Watching the decisions coming from Rishi Sunak’s team in its first weeks, reminds me very much of student teams I have come across, struggling to make sense of the problems they are facing.
Are we watching a team from hell facing increasing internal conflicts and eventual self-destruction?
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Elon Musk has finally clinched the on-off deal for Twitter with a deal quoted as an over-priced $44 billion. He is now proposing an extension of the site’s blue tick badge scheme for $8 a month. Millions of users are threatening to quit.
His actions over the last few months have been that of an enormously wealthy vaccilating adolescent.
At times he reflected market opinion that his object of desire was too expensive, and arguably mutton dressed up to look like lamb.
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