Muffin Dog Press and Author Laura Harrison McBride are offering a selection her books, free during the the Lockdown. There are the childrens books, Allo Bijou and Bijou to the Rescue, along with Rats at the Ballet (a short Shelf Barker mystery), Ireland Explained, The Acient Wisdon of Cats and her second book of Poetry, The Luminous Shadow of the Muse.
Tom Tit Tot: Rewritten for modern adults, by Laura Harrison McBride is now available in paperback from Amazon. Get your copy here.
Laura Harrison McBride’s latest creation is an up-to date recreation of Tom Tit Tot, an English fairy tale. Some may know this story as Rumplestiltskin, which the Grimm brothers made famous and many of us knew as children. McBride’s version brings it into the 21st Century and replaces traditional characters with characters much more familiar in today’s topsy-turvy world.
You can get your Kindle copy here.
The St. Eustachious Church in Tavistock starts it’s annual Christmas Tree Festival today, 28th November 2014. Muffin Dog Press has decorated a tree for the event. The theme is “A Book, a Biscuit and a cup of tea!”
If you are in the Market town of Tavistcock, in the next few weeks, please take a moment to visit the festival and the see the many tress on display.
After that the tree will available to view at Tavistock’s Devon Library, near the Warf on Plymouth Road.
The festive season is approaching, so it’s time for all good Muffin Dogs to fetch their Christmas decor down from storage and see what’s worth putting up.
One thing well worth it will be a first for Muffin Dog Press. We will decorate a tree for the annual Christmas Tree Festival at St. Eustachius Church, Tavistock, Devon, UK.
Each year, as many as 9,000 visitors view the trees. Often, the groups or people who have decorated a tree will give it to a local service organization for part of their festive season decorations. The Muffin Dog Press tree, to be themed “A book, a biscuit and a cup of tea,” will be displayed after the festival by the Tavistock Public Library.
If you’d like to see the tree, and the approximately 70 others that generally decorate the ancient, historic church during the festival, pop along at 2:30 p.m. on November 28, 2014 for the short opening ceremony, or stop by during the week while the church is open, or view them before or after a service between November 28 and December 7.
We know. It is a bit early for Christmas. We apologize.
However, the reason we are rushing the season is to mention an upcoming event Muffin Dog Press will participate in: The Christmas Tree Festival at St. Eustachius Church, Tavistock, Devon.
Muffin Dog Press Cyber-Guru Simon Tiley grew up in Tavistock, and spent years acting as acolyte, server and crucifer. But no, that won’t have anything to do with the tree.
Here ‘s a photo of the ancient beautiful church,right in the middle of an historic markettown–well worth a look.
An excerpt from Laura Harrison McBride’s mystery novel, Car Full of Death: A quirky British Mystery Romp.
“I have been a driving instructor for almost a decade now, since shortly after
it became dangerous to be alone with those who might possibly be on a
government watch list: Muslims, Mafia operatives, people who had protested
government activities…in short, types one often finds within the crumbling
corridors of ancient university buildings. But that makes it all the more
interesting. The dual controls have come in useful more than once, although
that one Iranian man is suing me for breaking his nose.”
“She did much less well with her month of the Finnish tongue…not that many
people know what pidgin Finnish sounds like. How many Finns are there? Funny
you should ask…so I looked it up. Only a little over five million. It would be
tough to hear Finnish outside Finland. It’s similar to Estonian, though, and
related to Hungarian, which sounds very different. How do I know this? Recall,
I was a professor. I looked it up. You thought professors just KNEW all that
stuff? Hah. Mainly, we are really good at looking stuff up.”
“By the way, just so you know, my vocabulary has grown considerably since I
met my wife. Anyone who grows up in New York City, the world’s melting pot,
learns not only their own ethnic slang, but the ethnic slang of other cultures
they are rubbing shoulder with 24/7. Tchotchkes is a Yiddish word meaning
small (annoying) useless objects, the sort of thing you find in your old
Gran’s house, since she has doubtless reached the age where moving all that
crap around and dusting it constitutes the sum total of the week’s
excitement….I realize all this sounds horribly bigoted or maybe even ageist,
but it isn’t. It is simple fact. Old folks don’t work, so they dust.”
“I always thought they didn’t let wildly pregnant women fly because of
possible damage to the baby, or maybe she’d end up spreading her legs in the
aisle if the pressure changes opened the birth canal. That would be so
inconvenient, I always thought, because then they couldn’t get the
pay-per-drink beverage cart down the aisle. I figure his accountants told Sir
Richard not to let preggers broads on because he might go broke without that
extra four pounds fifty per head for firewater that they don’t give you on
planes anymore so you can forget you are squeezed into a germ-laden tube
hurtling through space and doing god-knows-what to your internal organs,
biological clock, and so forth. Make that six pounds fifty; the economy is
tanking, which means you can always get more shekels out of punters for booze.
Helps ease the pain, which is what my second glass of wine was doing, now that
the gulped-down first glass had hit behind my belt buckle.”