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Braun Series 9 9040s Wet and Dry Electric Shaver
Braun Series 9 9040s Wet and Dry Electric Shaver
Price: £179.99

4.0 out of 5 stars One of the best electric razors I've used, 5 July 2015
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I judge all razors against my normal standard of wet shaving with a safety razor.

This is one of the best electric razors I've come across. It gives an even shave, without pulling, even when I've not shaved for a few days.

I like the tilting head, which can also be fixed and all of the controls are conveniently placed.

It's a bit on the large side for travelling purposes, but then the battery has a good long left


Webbox Cats Delight Complete Chicken & Duck 400 g, Pack of 4
Webbox Cats Delight Complete Chicken & Duck 400 g, Pack of 4
Price: £10.45

3.0 out of 5 stars No better or worse than their normal brand, 5 July 2015
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Not being a cat, I'm afraid I can't tell you what these taste like.

When I first put them down, my cats shunned them in favour of their normal brand, but when not given a choice, they trough away at them quite happily.

Now the two brands side by side go down equally quickly.

So I guess the verdict from my cats is "OK"


I Am Pilgrim
I Am Pilgrim
Price: £3.66

1.0 out of 5 stars Wham bam, no thank you maam, 1 July 2015
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This book is a very definite piece of genre fiction. It is a politically right wing techno thriller. It doesn’t therefore fall within my normal choice of reading. It qualifies for one star, because I hated it, I nearly gave two stars because as a politically right wing techno thriller, it delivers to its audience after a fashion. That said, two things knock it back down. Firstly the inherent racism. Secondly the fact that the plot is entirely dependent on a single, utterly ridiculous, co-incidence.

I am guessing that the target market for I am Pilgrim is blokes on holiday. In fact this is a book so bloke-ish, it should be sitting on a lounger by the pool wearing swim shorts, working its way through a six pack of Carling while gradually turning pink with sunburn.

The story is that of a retired superspy who is now helping a friend in the police force but who is returned to active service to hunt down a brilliant but extreme Islamist who is plotting to destroy America.

Politically this ticks all of the neo-con boxes. The laxness of EU border controls are a threat to the free world. Globalisation endangers American Security, by exporting US jobs to Europe to be carried out by illegal immigrants. The only way of effectively delivering healthcare is through the free market with no government intervention. Workers’ rights are protected by philanthropic capitalism, not by unionisation. Attached to these Farage-esque economic views are the sadly predictably more offensive racial and gender politics. In the author’s world view, the words Arab and Muslim are entirely interchangeable, and are applied to people who are either evil schemers plotting to bring down the west, or are funny foreigners whose mangling of English is a source of amusement. Women basically consist of breasts. Virtually every time the hero meets a woman, her breasts are commented on. This reaches its apogee, or more accurately nadir, when he is interrogated by the CIA, and the female agent’s technique is to …… flash her boobs at him.

One of the most entertaining things for this reader was spotting the influences/other authors plagiarised by Hayes. One of the main reasons for this is that he has tried to throw as much as he possibly can at the book. So, this is a techno thriller with a near invincible loner hero. Hats off to Tom Clancy and Lee Childs. But then we have the gratuitously gruesome police procedural with a grizzled old detective. Say a big hello to James Patterson, and possibly Michael Connolly. In an article I read on the web, Hayes listed Frederick Forsyth among his three favourite thriller writers, and sure enough we get a post war escape route for Nazis a la Odessa file. Alastair Maclean appears in the form of the Satan Bug. There is even a nod towards Sherlock Holmes and the mysterious but elusive Irene Adler. A second of Hayes’ favourite writers (the third being Robert Ludlum) is John Le Carre. While there are nods to the master with references to spies coming in from or going out into the cold, it would be difficult to imagine a book further away along the thriller spectrum. Intelligent, nuanced, subtle are definitely not words which apply to this great big dumb high octane action adventure.

A few years ago while passing through a small Italian airport one of the few books in English on sale was by a British author called Patrick Robinson. That was an unashamed love story to the American Way, the hawkish end of the Republican party and the philanthropy of the US military. In it, a fiendish but brilliant lone Arab terrorist uses submarines to attack the Land of the Free. It is Robinson to whom Australian Hayes bears the closest resemblance.

The book’s strengths lie in its big set piece action sequences. In one particularly entertaining one, while escaping after being disturbed engaged in covert intelligence gathering, the hero is pursued through a nautical warehouse resulting in boats swinging through the air on giant cranes and squishing bad guys. However, in between the tension, I am Pilgrim is, at times, surprisingly dull. This arises from two sources. Firstly it goes into far too much detail. The sequence in which the villain is synthesising his virus is particularly tedious. Secondly, the writing is primarily in flat, short, staccato sentences with little variation or colour. For that matter, the chapters come at the reader in a similar machine gun fashion, with the constant ending on a mini cliff-hanger becoming rather irritating. Where Hayes tries to make use of imagery or metaphor, he often repeats exactly the same phrase which is either lazy, the result of poor editing, or both.

In conclusion, I won’t criticise this for being a violent techno-thriller. That is what it is, it’s not my thing, but that’s a matter of taste. I won’t criticise it for its economic politics, again, not a position I share, but Hayes stands by his views. I will criticise its racism and misogyny. I will also criticise it for not being a particularly good techno-thriller. Yes, the ending gathers pace well and it is a genuine page-turner, but the whole plot swings on a co-incidence so preposterous, that if there could genuinely be an attack on the Western world of this nature, we might as well head for the hills now.


Year of the King
Year of the King
Price: £7.19

5.0 out of 5 stars Unequivocally Brilliant, 25 Jun. 2015
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I was recently lucky enough to be given a copy of Anthony Sher’s latest book “Year of the Fat Knight” as a birthday present. Before reading it, I thought I’d reacquaint myself with this, earlier work. I first read it in the 80s, shortly after it was initially published, and I’ve returned to it on a number of occasions since. I have, over the years, on several occasions tried to list my ten favourite novels. Were I to list my ten favourite books, this would easily find a place on the list, and probably be in the top three.
Despite the familiarity arising from repeated reading, it has never lost its power to excite. For anyone with an interest in the theatre, this is simply one of the most thrilling and indeed inspiring books it has been my pleasure to read.
The basic structure is straightforward. As a youngish actor on the verge of a major breakthrough, Anthony Sher, after recovering from the agony of tearing his Achilles tendon while paying the fool in Lear, is offered the part of Richard the Third at the RSC. From there, Sher takes us through the agonies of whether to accept the part, and then once he has taken the plunge, the process of building a part. He takes the reader through the research, the psychological analysis, the building of relationships with the rest of the cast, and also the mechanics, the costume, make-up, set, and music.
One of the reasons the book succeeds so wonderfully is that Sher is an excellent storyteller. He starts slowly, with a languid holiday visiting his family in South Africa playing a major early part in his tale. Then on return, he gradually ratchets up the pace and the tension as the play goes into rehearsal and careers towards the opening night, and the catharsis of eventual success. Of course, the book wouldn’t be half as much as fun, and indeed probably wouldn’t have been published if the production hadn’t been a success. However, it was and that gives us wonderful moments such as Sher denying that he reads reviews, only for Michael Caine to suggest that he wrote them.
Aside from being a damn good story, one which had me staying awake far too long to get to the end, one of the other joys is the cast of other actors. Brian Blessed, who was seemingly as loud in the 80s as he is now. The now virtually ubiquitous Roger Allam as a young actor. The lately venerable Jonathan Pryce and Bernard Hill as dangerous young risk-takers. It also extends beyond the actors to a fascinating array of directors, costumiers, dressers, Fx people, and even drivers.
Sher’s talent goes beyond acting and writing. The book is illustrated with his own sketches, one of particular note portrays the author himself in a dream flying round a Laurence Oliver’s giant face. At the start of his journey he is thoroughly intimidated by “Sir’s” apparently definitive playing of the part. He is also feels oppressed by Shakespeare, railing at him for starting the play with such a famous line. “Now is the winter……”
To finish, I have one uncomplicated thing to say. If you are interested in the theatre, and in the art of acting, if you haven’t already read the Year of the King, do so. Now.


So You've  Been Publicly Shamed
So You've Been Publicly Shamed
by Jon Ronson
Edition: Hardcover
Price: £11.89

4.0 out of 5 stars Fascinating but insubstantial, 20 Jun. 2015
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The central tenet of Jon Ronson's "So you've been publicly shamed" is that the Internet has become the modern equivalent of the stocks, and public execution as a tool for the extreme humiliation of those who transgress societies norms. Amidst a number of examples, he spends most time on three cases. A biographer who is found to be fabricating material, two delegates at an IT conference whose puerile banter offends a fellow delegate, and a woman who makes an off colour tweet, which results in a global storm of abuse on social media.

In the first of these cases, there is a definite transgression, but the question is whether the consequent destruction of a career is a disproportionate consequence. The second is an exploration of the extremes of the "PC" debate as firstly the offended party brings the wrath of the on-line world to bear on two men making frankly school boyish jokes, resulting in their losing their jobs, but then the anti-PC brigade attacks the original complainant, and she loses her job.
The third case involves a woman making an arguably self depreciating but tasteless joke, getting on a plane, and when she lands, misunderstanding has resulted in desktop Dobermans destroying her career. This third case is backed by that of a woman who posts a stupid photo and suffers similarly.

It is probably the second case which is the most concerning. The first victim was in fact guilty of professional misconduct. To a generation X dinosaur there is the simple solution to the third (and fourth) case(s) - don't post stupid things on social media. In the second situation, two people suffer damage to their careers for the heinous crime of being a bit juvenile in a public place, and a third suffers similarly for objecting to it.

As he considers these situations and others, Ronsson takes the reader on a journey which takes in those who have survived public shaming by facing down their critics, companies which provide a service to bury negative on-line criticism with mountains of positivity, the tactics of the East German Stasi, and the place of shame in a confrontational justice system.

It is these last two which point to the main weaknesses of the book for me. It is an extremely interesting, easily readable, thought provoking and often deeply worrying book, but boy, is it shallow. Admittedly it is worrying that the English justice system often seems to be less dependent on fact than on the ability of a clever lawyer to discredit a nervous witness, but to fillet an institution which has endured for hundreds of years in a few short pages of widely spaced text doesn't really come across as a well thought out, robust argument. Equally, Ronsson seeks to distill the complex psychological network of observation and betrayal which existed in the East prior to the fall of the Berlin Wall into a single simple motivation. He is in danger of tripping over from simplification into superficiality.

In the way that book shops (real and virtual) are full of works of popular science, this is a work of popular social psychology. Intriguing and engaging, but ultimately it is a snack which left me wishing for a more substantial meal.


Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk
Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk
by Ben Fountain
Edition: Hardcover

5.0 out of 5 stars Famous for fifteen minutes, 14 Jun. 2015
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"Of course you're not psyche, only a nut would want to go back to the war. We'll have the lawyers plead temporary sanity for you, how about that? You're too sane to go back to the war, Billy Lynne has come to his senses. It's the rest of the country that's nuts for wanting to send him back."

Sound familiar? The Long Half Time Walk of Billy Lynne is described by a blurb on its cover as the Catch 22 of the Iraq war. These words, spoken by Kathryn, main protagonist Billy's sister both hint at Heller's comic masterpiece and illustrate one of the major differences. This is a book not about the madness of war, but about the madness of a country fighting a war remotely on the other side of the world. It is a book about the falseness of media invention. It is a book about the obscenity of a ridiculously opulent country fighting its wars through teenagers paid around $14,000 a year.

The setting of the book emphases this last point. Billy is a member of the Bravo Squad, whose successful firefight by an Iraqi canal, which nevertheless resulted in the death and maiming of two of its members, was captured by an embedded news team. As a result Bravo Squad have been brought home and sent round the country on a glad-handing propaganda tour. The main thrust of the novel takes place in Dallas at a football game between the Cowboys and the Chicago Bears. In one extremely telling scene the soldiers, the grunts whose Iraqi reality is about the squalor, discomfort, and genuine danger, meet the superbly equipped, and pampered false warriors of the Cowboys.

Right through the novel Fountain skewers the shallowness of the propaganda machine surrounding the soldiers. Even the name, Bravo Squad is false, or at best a distortion of reality dreamed up by Fox News reporter. At the other end of the scale, the whole treatment of the Bravos during the football game is a metaphor for Americas treatment of them, intermittently publicly lauded, forgotten and ignored, and finally made to dance to the drums of the corporate band in a ludicrous halftime entertainment - Billy's long walk.

This is a book more about message and metaphor than about plot, but such as they are, the book revolves around three plot lines, the attempt of a Hollywood agent, Albert, to set up a deal to make a movie of the Bravo story, Billy's faintly unreal instant relationship with a cheerleader at the game, and the attempts of his sister to persuade him to desert.

On the evidence of this book, Fountain is a extremely talented writer. Very early on I was struck with his description of applause from the sparse early crowd as being like little rockslides tumbling down the walls of the stadium. They are rockslides which build into a full blown avalanche as the book builds to its crescendo of the half time entertainment starring Destiny's Child. It was only really in this section that this novel developed the almost hallucinatory surrealism of Catch 22. Whereas Heller depicts the madness of war through his company of misfits and off kilter style, Fountain generally describes something closer to a straightforward reality. It is only in the midst of the noise and spectacle of the half time entertainment that Billy loses his grip on reality, and the environment becomes more dream like. That dream however is more of a nightmare as the sensory overload has the Bravos almost wishing for a return to Iraq.

A stylised but effective technique Fountain uses to the portray the disconnect between the soldiers and the, by the end of the tour, repetitive and empty adoration is to spread isolated phonetic words across the page. currj. Dubya em dees. Nina leven. TerrR. His spelling is highly reminiscent of political cartoonist Steve Bell's talking monkey version of Bush.

If I have two criticisms of the book, the first is a common one which can be levelled at so much US literature and film depicting its overseas wars. The tragedy of the war is its impact on the young Americans, with little or no thought given to the citizens of the country in which they are fighting. That said, if a book is going to base itself around the GIs as victims, this is an excellent example of the art.

Secondly, while the Bravos are generally a very well drawn, and believable set of characters, just occasionally their thought patterns and ways of analysing the world seeming to take on the characteristics of a middle aged novelist, rather than late teenage/early twenties squaddies.

Overall, however, this is a really really good book. Fast paced, credible, intelligent, and ultimately tragic.


Philips Style Shaver QS6141/33 Dual Ended Shaver and Beard Trimmer for Wet and Dry Use
Philips Style Shaver QS6141/33 Dual Ended Shaver and Beard Trimmer for Wet and Dry Use
Price: £62.95

3.0 out of 5 stars Lightweight unit, probably best as a back up when travelling., 10 Jun. 2015
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What you get here is a fairly bog standard foil shaver at one end with a fairly bog standard trimmer, with 12 length settings, at the other end. You could probably spend about the same on a separate, similar standard, of shaver and more flexible beard (and other hair) trimmer.

So, basically what you are spending your money on here is the convenience of a two in one unit. So this might be suitable for you if you travel a lot and need both functions "on the go". That would line up with another of my impressions, neither unit feels robust enough for everyday use. I have fairly thick, wiry facial hair and for an everyday shave I like something which gives a much smoother experience than this unit.

So, thus far, it's a case of paying your money and taking your choice. If you want a lightweight compact unit to do both jobs, and don't need a particularly powerful shaver, it may well be for you.

My biggest gripe about the product is the location of the on/off switch. It is precisely where I naturally exert pressure when shaving. As a result, I frequently find myself inadvertently switching it off in the middle of a shave.


Igenix IG7400 Traditional Corded Kettle - Metallic Red
Igenix IG7400 Traditional Corded Kettle - Metallic Red
Price: £24.97

4.0 out of 5 stars Incredible - transforms cold water into boiling water. What a clever idea, 8 Jun. 2015
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Fundamantally this is a kettle. It is a vessel, with a heating element, in which one boils water. It performs that job successfully. So at that level it is successful.

It has a pretty modern appearance, even if it owes slightly more to the traditional kettle shape than it does to a jug kettle.

It's easy to fill, boils reasonably quickly, pours well, and is no more or less noisy that most other kettles.

And it's red. Which I like.


The Prince Of West End Avenue
The Prince Of West End Avenue
by Alan Isler
Edition: Paperback
Price: £8.99

4.0 out of 5 stars Woody Allen rewrites Tom Stoppard, 2 Jun. 2015
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Otto Korner is a resident in a Jewish old people's home in New York. The action of the book centres around a production of Hamlet being put on by the residents. At the first level this is a gentle comedy about the passions, petty jealousies and politics which surround amateur theatricals, compounded by the cast living cheek by jowl. As such it fits quite strongly into the growing body of "grey" films and literature perceived as appealing to an older audience - The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, Quartet, The Hundred Year Old Man etc, and Harold Fry being other examples. The Jewishness might be capture by describing it as Last Tango in Whitby rewritten by Woody Allen.

The second part of the story is based around Otto recalling his life in Germany and Switzerland in the first half of the Twentieth Century. A particular period to which he refers is living in Zurich at the time it was home to Lenin, James Joyce and Tristran Tzara, father of Dada. Reading a book based around an amateur dramatic production and featuring those three characters suggested to me that the author is familiar with Tom Stoppard's play, Travesties.

However, this is also a story about a German Jew who lived through the first half of the twentieth century, and it is this part of the book about which I find it difficult to come to a conclusion. Otto is a holocaust survivor who is racked with guilt about his survival, and about the impact of his actions on others. As the book progresses, we learn about some of Otto's experiences at the hands of the Nazis, but my first reaction was that they are dealt with in an extremely brief, almost superficial way. As such my impression was that this makes the book a little unsatisfying. On the other hand, Otto's coping mechanism is that he chooses to live in the moment, to build his life around what he can achieve in the future, even if his aspirations have shrunk from changing the world with his poetry, to successfully producing a play in an old peoples home.

I guess, I eventually have to conclude that for a book which deals with the holocaust, with guilt, with the challenges of ageing, ultimately with preparing oneself for death, and with seeking to find meaning in Hamlet for an older cast, it just felt a bit lacking in heft, in weight.

So, I quite liked the book, and found it an amiable read, but felt it rather fell between stools. Is it an amiable, Waiting for God style comedy about the third age, or is it a more serious book about holocaust survivors living with guilt?


Wolfhound Century
Wolfhound Century
Price: £4.31

5.0 out of 5 stars Steampunk noir thriller in an alternative universe with a Dickensian feel, 18 May 2015
This review is from: Wolfhound Century (Kindle Edition)
Vissarian Lom is a detective in a provincial town in an alternative Russia. He is good at his job, but not popular with hid superiors. So far, so noir.

However, it is the 'alternative Russia' part which makes Wolfhound Century interesting. It is never actually referred to as Russia, but the timbre of the place names and the nature of the countryside point strongly in that direction. Lom is called to the city of Mirgorod, reminiscent in its geography of Leningrad/St Petersburg to investigate a sinister gangster, Josef Kantor.

Having established his Eurasian canvas, author Peter Higgins hurls a great deal of mainly dark-hued paint at it. The setting is a totalitarian state in a seemingly pre-revolutionary turmoil. It is a society continually at war with the "Archipelago", which may be hinting at the Crimea. There is a definite whiff of steampunk in the technology. But then come the more fantastical elements. Giants are a normal part of society, but most importantly there is an alien war happening off stage, from which dead combatants fall to earth. Now,however, a live, but injured alien is trapped in the forest, and is increasingly influencing events. Finally, there are overlapping realities as different futures compete for fulfilment, creating echoes of China Mieville's City and the City or of branching quantum universes.

There is also a great deal of symbolism here. The violently manipulative criminal Josef Kantor nods towards the youthful Stalin, or indeed Hitler. The hard, rock like alien, destroying the forest is surely a metaphor for industrialisation, and a classic Apollonian/Dionysian dichotomy.

This is a highly violent book, full of bombings, disembowellings, beheadings, stabbings and shootings, but it manages to keep just far enough away voyeuristically wallowing in the blood and gore.

The main strength of Higgins' writing is not,however, the sheer volume of ideas he throws at the reader, though that is impressive enough. The biggest pleasure here is the evocative sense of place. His descriptions of the claustrophobic city are excellent, but he really comes into his own when Lom escapes with a young woman into the marshes outside the city. In that section, I suddenly found myself in the opening chapters of Great Expectations, or in Waterland, albeit marshes in which Magwitch has become a calcified alien killing machine.

Other books which this brought to mind, were 1984, Alastair Reynolds' Century Rain, and Kafka's Castle.

The quality of the writing is a long way above average Science Fiction, making this an exhausting read. It is the first book of a trilogy, but I think I'll have a bit of a rest before trying the second book.


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