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So he rides out his action sex comedy narrative just as if he was on vacation. Star Trek is capable of all these narratives, and reconciling them in the overarching structure of its journeys through the stars. It's about the personal and community journeys of its characters and worlds, and they're fundamentally human journeys: complex, paradoxically multifaceted, and filled with potential.
Yeah good points Adam. As you say, the multi-faceted and very human journeys the characters take adds many dimensions to the stories. That's the thing that always touched me deeply about stories like this, that there was a real inner experience translated to me that I could relate to.
I really like your phrasing of "personal and community journeys" - that pretty much sums up the Star Trek that I love. I do appreciate too the 'mash-up' experience of Captain's Holiday and enjoy how Picard's character is a pretty unwilling passenger in that tale.
The trick about shamans, of course, is that they're inherently liminal. They travel alongside spirits to learn and bring knowledge back to their people, existing in both worlds yet belonging to none. They have a responsibility to the realm of the mundane just as much as they do to the realm of the mystical. They are, liminal is the perfect word, and like many Shamans in many cultures, the gift that creates the bridge through the liminal spaces between the worlds comes from a wound.
Picard has the wounded heart, Data has the wound of believing he lacks humanity, and Tam has his wound through his mental health issues. All of these allow them as The* - Fragments From A Space Cadet (CD say to "travel alongside spirits".
Tin Man. What common English word is derived from Tergum? Tergum is Latin for back. The language in which the novel is narrated is based on Russian loan words and it is surprising both how quickly the language ceases to seem strange, and how long the words echo and rebound in the mind after the book is over. Apparently he used to do this sort of thing for fun in boring lectures at university and a lot of the strange words that cropped up in the known space stories came from these idle hours.
Languages change—we have all seen that in our own lifetimes. I don't think I've said "See you later, alligator" for thirty five years.
My Latin master once gave me a lovely example of this sort of change. He was on holiday in Greece and wished to take a ferry to one of the islands. He was unsure which ferry to take and so he asked one of the locals. Unfortunately he did not speak modern Greek only ancient Greek ; but he tried.
He was rather disconcerted when the person he addressed burst into hysterical laughter. Thinking about it later, he deduced that he had spoken to the man in a rather archaic way. In English, it probably amounted to something like, "Ho, varlet! Doth yonder vessel ply the waters 'twixt here and the isles?
The old fashioned feel to the language and attitudes to a certain extent turns me off and I can't help wondering just how quaint the language of this article will sound in a few years time. David I. Masson explored this idea in a short story called A Two-Timer where a time traveller from the seventeenth century describes in his own English style what he found in the twentieth century.
One of the major things he found was sheer linguistic bewilderment. A similar effect was shown very dramatically and convincingly in the film Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome where the physically and culturally isolated survivors of a plane crash develop their own derivative of the English language. The fragments of the language that we hear in the film are very attractive and they flow well and sound very real.
For me this was one of the high spots of the film. There seems to be some in-built cultural bias that tells us when new words are acceptable and when they are not. Neologisms come and go; only very rarely do they stay. Consider "laser", "quark" or "tachyon". They survived. But what about "velocipede" or "wireless"? They did not survive. Why not? I don't know. Many of these come from the computer world another very science fictional connection between high tech and language and some of them have become common coin.
I have an ambition—I want to write a sentence that consists of nothing but acronyms. All I need is a verb… The words and structures of language are themselves sometimes a motivation for telling a story. The most famous example of this is Tolkien's Lord of the Rings ; a huge tale whose purpose was to dramatise or justify a whole world full of languages the creation of which predated the novel by many years.
Tolkien's friend and colleague C. Lewis did something very similar in Out of the Silent Planet where he has a lot of fun with three Martian languages. Babel by Samuel R. Delaney is a complexly structured novel in which language itself is the central image. Cast in the form of a spy story, it tells of Babel itself, a perfectly analytical language with no word for "I" an odd idea which turns up again in Robert Silverberg's A Time of Changes.
Delaney's The Ballad of Beta-2 is also very concerned with linguistic analysis. It is a theme that is very close to his heart and his non-fiction works notably The Jewel Hinged Jaw spend much time discussing this. The more you know of a foreign language the more complex the problems that arise. I once knew somebody who was completely bilingual in English and French. She had a French mother and an English father and she grew up speaking both languages.
This had the oddest side effect—she was completely unable to play Scrabble since she could not differentiate between French and English words. To her they were just words, all Album) valid, and she never understood why her friends complained at things like: c horses e v e a u x They say that the best way to learn a language is to have a torrid affair with someone whose native language it is.
It is more than quarter of a century since I last saw Yasmin, but I still have a smattering of Urdu. Is this the language school of the future when we finally meet the Alpha Centaurians? Delaney The Terminal Beach by J. Dick Do you speak English? Phlogiston Thirty-Seven, Word processors are wonderful devices. I'm using one as I write this article and I wouldn't be without it. I can incorporate second thoughts, move things around, interpolate sentences, rewrite whole chunks, and it is all so incredibly easy.
What a relief it is not to have to retype a dozen pages for the sake of one new paragraph as I used to have to do all too many times in the past when using my little Olivetti portable typewriter. Unfortunately the temptation to do all of that neat stuff is sometimes too overwhelming to resist. The ease with which words can be processed leads inexorably to lots of words banged out at an enormous rate and accounts in large part for the proliferation of so many large books and never ending series.
Two perpetrators of this literary fecundity are Margaret Weiss and Tracy Hickman and it seems to me that they embody many of the sins that word processors must be held responsible for. Like their food counterparts, if word processors are wrongly used they produce tasteless, easily digestible pap.
They are two novels in the Death Gate cycle. They are also enormously large books which appear to have been written and published within days of each other, so rapidly did they appear on the shelves.
The books are typical fantasies -- event driven rather than character driven since the characters are so wooden and dull that they couldn't drive anything! There are no surprises in the plots. Weiss and Hickman have found a money spinning formula and they never vary it at all. The books aim at a captive market nobody is going to buy these books unless they have bought the previous ones since they are virtually incomprehensible if you have not read the earlier books in the series.
This is a common sin of modern publishing and I have fulminated about it before. However the ease with which words can be spun together and the fact that so much writing in this area is formula writing anyway makes it very tempting simply to bang out any old rubbish as fast as possible and let the sense, such as it is, go hang. I strongly suspect that these books are made up of largely unrevised first draft material. What else is one to make of this sort of saccharine writing: My lamb fell asleep almost immediately.
I was puttering about the room, sorting her dear ribbons and laying out her dress for the morrow when a strange feeling came over me.
My hands and arms felt heavy, my tongue dry and swollen. It was all I could do to stagger to my bed. I fell instantly into a strange state.
I was asleep, yet I wasn't. I could see things, hear things, and yet I could not respond. And thus I saw them. Why the old fashioned phrase "the morrow"? What is wrong with the simple word "tomorrow"?
The books are riddled with unnecessary footnotes referring to the history and customs of the races involved in the story. The footnotes define and describe the "unusual" words used in the text. On one occasion, a footnote defines the word "duenna" and I think it is a measure of the contempt that Weiss and Hickman have for their audience that they feel it necessary to define this perfectly ordinary word.
Nevertheless, footnotes are also very trendy things to have in novels these days and Weiss and Hickman are nothing if not dedicated followers of fashion. The trend towards rapidly processed words can be seen even more clearly in Ghost Legion by Margaret Weiss, again published by Bantam. Here Margaret Weiss deserts her long time partner Tracy Hickman to produce a solo novel. It concerns Dion Starfire, the ruler of a galaxy. After years of war an uneasy peace reigns. Dion is in love with a woman who is not his queen and the alliances that rest on his marriage are threatened.
The illegitimate son of the dead king leads a revolt against Dion. Can Dion preserve his throne and keep peace in the galaxy? Despite the futuristic trappings and pseudo-scientific speculations that litter the text this is not a science fiction book. The social set up is laughable feudalism across the light years -- good grief! It would not be out of place if it was shelved with the other bodice-rippers which are at least honest enough to proclaim themselves for what they are instead of hiding behind a glossy facade.
The evidence of automatic writing with little or no revision applied to the text is even stronger in this book. Consider this passage: She was breath taking. Xris would have taken off his cloak -- had he owned a cloak -- thrown it in the mud at her feet. Hell, he would have thrown himself into the mud at her feet, begged her to walk with him.
But he reminded himself sternly that business was business and he'd better keep this on a business footing -- which meant standing on his own two. This passage has four sentences and contains three grammatical errors, one ambiguity, one arguably bad grammatical habit, one misuse of punctuation and two biological impossibilities.
That is not bad going for four sentences. If we do this here, we discover that the sentence has no meaning since there is no conjunction joining "…taken off his cloak" to "thrown it at her feet.
Probably the best way of joining them would be with "and" though a semi-colon might just be acceptable. The structure of the sentence suggests that the parenthetical clause is an afterthought interpolated into the flow. A better structure which removes the interpolation would be: "If Xris had owned a cloak, he would have taken it off and thrown it at her feet. A much better phrasing is: "If Xris had been wearing a cloak, he would have taken it off and thrown it at her feet.
Again we have a missing conjunction between the elements of the sentence. A comma is used to suggest it, but that is not correct. A semi-colon would be marginally acceptable. Again though the word "and" is a much better choice. Thus we would end up with: "Hell, he would have thrown himself into the mud at her feet and begged her to walk with him. It can sometimes be an effective technique for adding extra emphasis provided it is not overdone -- it is a habit I often catch myself indulging in; but that does not make it any more correct.
It does seems a little out of place here. However, that possible error pales into insignificance when we examine the end of the sentence. If we parse the sentence strictly, we see that the word "two" is used as a noun. Since Xris is standing on his "own two", I am tempted to ask just which part of the body a "two" is!
Obviously the writer meant to say "standing on his own two feet. Since the context in which "footing" is used is actually unconnected with the person's own feet, this is simply not the case. Other passages from these and other books make it perfectly obvious that Weiss and Hickman are not as illiterate as these extracts might suggest.
They do know the elementary rules of English grammar. It is just that sometimes, in the heat of the moment, they make mistakes. A little revision or, since they are using a computerised system, perhaps the application of one of the many grammar checking programs that abound would improve the prose immeasurably.
I'm not sure what to do about the puerile plots out of the stock cupboard, but that is a different problem. Of course, the fact that such elementary mistakes still exist in the published book also raises the question of exactly what Bantam's copy editors do all day long, but that too is a different problem. If you wish to read unrelievedly ungrammatical prose, try the thrillers of Eric Lustbader. Virtually every line contains constructions that start with a capital letter and end with a full stop but which cannot by any stretch of the imagination be considered to be sentences since they are totally innocent of verbs.
It may seem that I am becoming as boring as Robert Browning's grammarian see The Grammarian's Funeral wherein is described the death rites of a pedantic man who all his life long " Despite that, I think that grammar is a very important part of both the written and spoken language and without at least paying lip service to it you will always end up with the type of ugliness that the extract from the Weiss novel typifies.
Grammar is a subject that is taught less and less frequently these days. Teachers are more concerned with self-expression than with grammar though how you can express yourself cogently without a modicum of understanding of the rules of grammar escapes me. Most people simply apply casually learned conventions to their speech and writing without bothering too much about formal rules. As long as you don't bend things until they break as in the Weiss extract you will probably get away with it most of the time.
Often, therefore, grammar is a non-issue. However I find it ironic that very fine points of grammar and vocabulary quickly become the subject of heated debate when the concept of gender raises its head. The problem comes, of course, when words such as "man" with connotations of masculinity -- ie man as in not woman are used in a gender unspecific sense to denote humanity in general. Women get very upset quite rightly in my opinion at seemingly being ignored in this fashion and wimpish defences about the word being used generally rather than specifically cut no ice.
There is no doubt that gender is a biological fact. It is utter foolishness to pretend otherwise. Men and women demonstrably exist and belong to different genders. Whether or not that gender is relevant in a given English sentence is of course a perfectly legitimate topic for debate.
It is all too often confused with sexuality, which has nothing whatsoever to do with it. I find it hard to understand how the sentences "The man is very tall. He must be over six feet.
All men are of the masculine gender and the pronoun "he" correctly refers back to the subject of the previous sentence a specific man. The gender of the person is correctly identified not the person's sexuality -- I insist that we separate the two. The gender is very relevant to the sentences since we are referring to a specific person who ipso facto possesses gender.
Thus similarly "The woman is very tall. She must be over six feet. Problems arise when you say "The person is very tall. Here an undoubted bias is showing itself. What evidence do we have that the person under discussion is masculine?
None at all -- so why should a masculine pronoun be used? It would make just as much sense to say "she" instead of "he". Strictly speaking we need a gender-neutral pronoun in the second sentence but the only one we have that comes close is "it" and that won't work because it implies sexual neutrality which is an impossible state for a person to be in except in certain rare medical cases rather than gender-neutrality which is what we are seeking.
There simply is no gender-neutral pronoun in English. Over the years, many people have tried to invent the things. In the short story collection Dealing in FuturesJoe Haldeman suggests "tha" instead of "he" and "ther" and "thim" for "his" and "him". However none of these have ever really caught on and they all sound very artificial.
I don't really think we have a problem though. All our plural pronouns are gender-neutral "they", "their" and "them". All that is necessary is to rephrase gender specific sentences in the plural and the gender connotation vanishes from the pronoun. If it is not possible to rephrase the sentence in the plural without losing the sense, then avoid the use of pronouns entirely by rephrasing or repeating the noun to which the pronoun refers.
Thus my sentence about a tall person might become: "The person is very tall; perhaps over six feet. The person is over six feet. I think in every case it is possible without too much circumlocution to rephrase gender specific sentences which do not refer to entities of a specific gender.
A closely related problem arises when we consider the vanishingly small number of nouns that have gender specific forms. I suspect this problem owes much of its impact to the fact that outside of biologically important sentences gender as a grammatical idea is largely non-existent in English though not so in many of the languages from which it evolved -- notably Latin and Greek.
I'm not sure I could write this article or make these points in French, for example, since gender is so intrinsically bound in to the language that getting worked up about it would render the average French speaker utterly dumb.
In French, a table is feminine why? Contrariwise a footstool is masculine and only masculine words may be used. Parts of speech must agree in number and gender.
Men and women, and words relating to them, are merely a small extension of this fundamental idea and it all seems perfectly natural. However in English the idea only applies to a very small number of word pairs which all relate to people who we must remember are entities which intrinsically possess gender. Aren't the feminine endings interesting? Why don't we have an actrix or an aviatoress? There is a trend towards using only one of these words generally the masculine no matter what the gender of the person under discussion.
By and large I dislike this trend. In a very real sense it insults Goldie Hawn to refer to her as an actor. However referring to her as an actress draws an unnecessary distinction. Remember that gender is possessed by a person. The profession that the person follows has no reason to be associated with gender other than through a specious extension of the concept of gender as a property of non-biological nouns, as in French.
We have seen that this is a very non-English thing to do. Thus the specific person is legitimately "she".
The reference to her as a female noun actress is much less legitimate and much less easily defended. If you want to insert the words "actor", "he" and "Kevin Costner" in the appropriate places in the above sentences I don't mind. They lead to the same conclusions. Again though, English is such a rich language that almost invariably we can find a gender-neutral word to replace the gender-specific one that imposes a gender role where it is not germane. What about, for example: writer, thespian and pilot?
Can anybody help? Chairperson is becoming more widely used, though it is a very ugly word. The neologisms that people coin to avoid any implication of a gender role or gender trap are sometimes hilariously inept. A woman of my acquaintance refuses to be labelled "Ms" on the grounds that she is not a manuscript.
I find this Fragment Eleven The Dat After Yesterday - A Love Story In Five Parts very compelling argument and I am almost unable to use the word any more because of the mad pictures it paints in my mind. If she took a shower this morning does it make her a palimpsest?
I also find no merit in semi-facetious self-righteous debates about manhole covers and similar trivia. Including "man" in a word is not of itself an indication of gender bias. Thus manacle, manager, manatee, manchester, manchineel, manciple, mancunian, mandamus, mandarin, mandate, mandible, mandoline, mandragora, mandrake, mandrel, mandrill, manducate, mane, mangabey, manganese, mange, mangelwurzel, manger, mangle, mango, mangold, mangonel, mangosteen, mangrove, manhattan, mania, maniac, manic, manichee, manicure, manifest, manifesto, manifold, manikin, manioc, maniple, manipulate, manitou, manna, mannequin, manner, manoeuvre, manometer, manor, mansard, manse, mansion, mansuetude, mantel, mantic, mantilla, mantis, mantissa, mantle, mantra, manual, manufacture, manuka, manumit, manure, manuscript, manx, many, manzanilla and manzanita are not, and should not be, controversial words.
Nevertheless I do wonder why a ship is invariably referred to as "she" by both men and women alike. Perhaps this is the very last legitimate gender-bearing non-biological noun in English? A Dozen Drabbles Phlogiston Thirty-Nine, A Drabble is a short story of exactly one hundred words, not a syllable more, not a syllable less.
In addition, up to fifteen words are allowed for a title. The idea and the name of the form were first set down in a Monty Python sketch. Since then it has taken on a life of its own and many famous writers have committed drabbles to paper. Here are some of mine. Why don't you send in some of yours? Alien 4 The alien was a traditional bug eyed monster with green warty skin.
It had enormous fangs jutting from its upper lip. They hung half way down its chest and terminated in fearsome points. They bulged so large in its jaw that it couldn't quite close its mouth and great gobbets of whatever it used for saliva trickled down the fangs and fell hissing to the floor. Puffs of smoke erupted as they landed on the carpet. Modern Technology John cut a wedge of lemon and squeezed it over the salmon steak on his plate.
It was the largest fish he had ever caught. It would last for ages. Someone knocked on the door. A uniformed official stood there clutching a complex beeping apparatus.
He pushed past John and went into the kitchen. The beeps became a solid whine and the official opened the fridge. He groped inside the salmon and retrieved a small silicon chip. John Smith, you are under arrest for salmon poaching. Once Upon a Time in an Office The photocopier was bored and lonely. All day long it had done nothing except copy a particularly dull memorandum. In an attempt to relieve the tedium of its existence, it decided to shuffle its sorting trays up and down as noisily as possible.
Clank, clank, clank; all the way up. Clonk, clonk, clonk; all the way down. Hour after hour. Clank, The* - Fragments From A Space Cadet (CD, clank. Clonk, clonk. A finger lunged for the switch, and as everything went dark, deep inside itself the photocopier smiled. At last someone had noticed it. It Crept in the Crypt John could not believe his eyes. In the middle of the crypt lay a terrible monster covered with cockroaches. The insects had eaten the softer, tastier portions of the monster and its empty eye sockets stared sightlessly.
As the sound of John's footsteps rang through the crypt the monster sat up in the middle of the cockroach swarm. It grabbed a handful of cockroaches and rammed them firmly into each eye socket.
Feelers waved curiously from the holes as it got up and staggered towards John. He turned and ran from the bug eyed monster. Trade Secrets The holy father shuffled his notes and looked out at the hopeful faces staring up at him. You cannot convert the unbelievers until your body language itself tells the world of your faith. Correct posture is vital. Virtual Unreality John was getting the hang of the game now.
You had to time things just right to kill as many aliens as possible. The computer was unforgiving. One mistake and you were dead. The computer was getting the hang of the game now. You had to time things just right to let the player kill as many aliens as possible.
But you had to be unforgiving. One mistake by the player and he was dead. John looked forward to killing aliens. The computer looked forward to killing John. Computer games are metaphors for life on both sides of the screen. Alien 5 The alien spread its tentacles and sang a Wagnerian aria. The troops surrounding its flying saucer listened in awe as the perfect notes floated over them. When it finished, they burst into spontaneous applause. The alien bowed slightly and cleared its throat.
Then it began to sing a selection of songs by Schubert. Unfortunately the recital was interrupted by the arrival of the General, who was not a music lover. He strode up to the alien and growled, "What is going on here?
The pun in this one The* - Fragments From A Space Cadet (CD so obvious that I simply can't believe I am the first person to think of it. If any of you are aware of any previous incarnations of it, please let me know. Circles John stared angrily at the regular geometric patterns spread all over the field.
His crop was completely ruined, the stalks flattened and split, pressed down into huge circles and spirals. There had been no warning—John had slept though the whole thing and when he awoke this morning, there they were as far as the eye could see. This sort of thing had been going on ever since the economy collapsed and the government had started selling military secrets to anyone who asked in order to pay for the social security.
Damn those village kids and their stealth motor bikes. Dirty Dishes The greasy plates slid into the scummy water. John scrubbed, and remnants of chili stained the water red. Eventually he finished and reached to pull the plug. But before he could let the water drain away, more dirty plates arrived and he howled with frustration.
He had been washing dishes for more than five thousand years and it would never end. So many dishes, such wrinkled fingers with the split white skin sagging. As fast as he cleaned the plates people removed them, ate chili con carne and dropped them back to be washed. Washing up is an infinite loop. Sink Duty The water was drained, and the tea towels were folded neatly on the heated towel rail. The greasy remnants of the chili con carne had been removed from the plates and the sink was well scrubbed.
Peter Smith turned up, smiling from ear to ear. Have I arrived too late again? My wife says it is my major talent. You are merely the late Mr Smith. The man in the moon looked down on the planet beneath as he had for centuries past.
John settled himself against a rock and stared up, looking the moon directly between the eyes. He raised a can of beer in an ironic toast. John was flying high, happy and smiling. The man in the moon winked an eye. The Crew are Revolting The mighty spaceship ploughed through the void between the stars. The crew were near to mutiny and the captain was deep in angry conversation with the artificial intelligence in charge of supplies.
How could you allow such a situation to arise? How did you expect us to travel five hundred light years with no toilet paper? Gosh -- Haven't You Grown! Phlogiston Thirty-Eight, Happy birthday to you Squashed tomatoes and stew Bread and butter in the gutter Happy birthday to you.
Or perhaps I ought more properly to say: It was twenty years ago today Sergeant Pepper taught the band to play Except of course it was ten years rather than twenty and Alex Heatley instead of Sergeant Pepper all of which ruins the scansion, but I'm sure you get the general drift of what I'm trying to say. It is my proud boast that I have never had a subscription to Phlogiston, I have never paid a cent for any copy of Phlogiston and yet I have a complete collection of the magazine because I have had an article in every single issue.
It happened like this. I have forced him to keep Phlogiston going by the devious scheme of writing an essay every three months or so. He has forced me to keep writing an essay every three months by the devious scheme of publishing Phlogiston at regular intervals. It has now become a matter of pride. Neither one of us is going to give up first and thereby lose face. Consequently the magazine will continue to appear as long as our friendly rivalry goes on.
One of the many things I've been doing in this column over the last ten years is to be highly critical of some of the books I've been reading. However I've never really discussed the act of criticism and the criteria I tend to use to judge these pieces of writing.
If you don't know my criteria in detail how can you judge my criticisms fairly? Therefore I thought I would take this opportunity to nail my colours to the mast and see if anybody salutes them. Perhaps you could regard this article as a manifesto. I always look for four things when judging a piece of fiction. In no particular order, I look for a sense of place and time, a sense of character, the logic and believability of the plot and the language used to tell the story.
It's hard to consider any of these in isolation -- they all influence each other to an enormous extent and the points of overlap are just as important as the topics themselves, if not more so. But let's try and deal with each of them in turn. The sense of place and time is intimately related to the reader's willingness to suspend disbelief. After all, we know that all fiction is essentially a great big lie. We aren't supposed to believe it or in itwe are just supposed to wallow in it and enjoy it.
If we simply can't forget our disbelief, our knowledge of the essential unreality of what we are reading, we may as well not bother starting to read it in the first place. Anything that the writer can do to make it easier for the audience to go along with the story is obviously a good thing. Conversely, anything which makes it harder to accept things for the simple sake of the story must be a bad thing. The skill or otherwise with which the writer sets up the place and time of the story's events is vital.
By and large she evokes the atmosphere very well. She has obviously done her research very thoroughly and the intimate little details she scatters through the story evoke the time and place very well indeed. However she makes several mistakes which, for me at least, broke the spell and jerked me out of the tale far too often.
For example, she uses the American word "gotten" which is a construction that has long vanished from English speech. The British stopped using it a long time ago.
The Americans, it seems, continued with it. One of the characters in the story is supposed to come from Newcastle, but is referred to several times as a Yorkshireman. A few minutes with a map would soon have sorted this one out.
In a discussion about vegetables one character refers to "rutabagas"; a word which simply does not exist outside of America and which would never under any circumstances fall from the lips of a native English speaker. As far as I can tell, the American rutabaga is the vegetable that an English person would refer to as a swede, or possibly a turnip.
Therefore I cannot really believe that this is England or that these are English people. Reality breaks into the story and the spell is broken. All these are small points, I grant you, but it is the culmination of a lot of small points which makes up the story as a whole. The more you get wrong, the more likely it is that the reader will give up in disgust before the end of the tale is reached.
Get the new year off to a cracking start. Remember, if you can't listen to it all in one go then come back and listen again later in the month when it repeats. Andrew Morrison - January Before launching headlong into new music forAndy's January show looks back at his favourite songs and unsigned discoveries from Dubster - January Its the New Year, and as is tradition up here in Scotland the Radiodubster boys will be first footing you, armed only with a lump of coal and a carrier bag full of musical delights.
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