New Novel: Ed Adams : Corrupt

It looks as if my next book (officially released on 6th April 2021) is already available as an eBook in pre-release on Amazon. It will make its way to good booksellers everywhere over the next few weeks and then also be available as a paperback. 

Hear, speak and see no evil. 

Can power, greed, and money create corruption? 

Could an honest politician ever win an election? 

How does a politician hold his value?  

Clare joins Parliament as a Researcher. 

See her, and her friends, uncover a ruthless plan

and realize a single politician can’t make a government. 

He needs accomplices.

 *****

“a conspiracy theory that is dangerous” 

“a reality that is way past speculation” 

“feels like I’m in it” 

“they lied to us” 

“Clare’s got the moves” 

“blows the lid off what goes on in the corridors” 

 I've used the same gang as in the original 'The Triangle', plus Christina Nott. In this story (kind of Archangel series number 5), Clare joins her sister Samantha in Parliament as a Researcher. 

The customary mayhem breaks loose. 

 My plan is to show a lineage from 'The Triangle', via Archangel, then Corrupt, to Pulse and then eventually onward to the Edge series. 

The one book that is hanging out on the edge of everything now is Coin, but I do have a plan to bring that into the series too. I'll have to start 'The madness is creeping over me.'

peaceful transfer of power?

Reminds me of that old movie during which Joni Mitchell sings The Circle Game. 

Yesterday a child came out to wander 

Caught a dragonfly inside a jar 

Fearful when the sky was full of thunder 

And tearful at the falling of a star 

And the seasons, they go round and round 

And the painted ponies go up and down 

We're captive on the carousel of time 

We can't return, we can only look 

Behind, from where we came 

And go round and round and round, in the circle game 

The Strawberry Statement - although it paints a very difference picture of the conflict from the current trauma.

Meanwhile 70-year-old B52s circle the middle-east on so-called presence patrols.

end of reel

The whole soundtrack has gone a bit Radiohead. The jutter of Trump's sprockets play out as the last reel unwinds. But what to do to keep their interest? Media love a noisy, off-kilter man, to keep their eyeball counts high. 

Looks like tonight, the sky is heavy 

Feels like the winds, are gonna change 

Beneath my feet, the Earth is ready I know it's time,

 for heavens rain It's gonna rain, yeah yeah 

No-one considered that he is deeply damaged. Histrionics for history.

And autocue playback of a line of defence.

Cause living water we desire 

To flood our hearts with holy fire 

Rain down 

All around the world we're singing 

Rain down 

He doesn't care. It's about power, money and recognition to this hustler and huckster.

Can you hear the Earth is singing 

Rain down 

My heart is dry but still i'm singing 

Rain down 

Rain it down on me

Listen to the flip-flap-flapping at the end of his reel. 

c'est la vie

A frosty start to the new year around these parts. Still, there's a hint of sunlight on the distant fields.

We are so far from the lorry parks of Kent that it will only be if grocery shortages start to come our way that I think we'd notice. 

I did spot the signage on the motorways over the Christmas period, helpfully denoting which Tier we were driving through (Mainly Tier 2, although that would have changed by now to mainly Tier 4). 

And like just before our trip to Iceland earlier in the pre-lockdown year, we were subjected to other sudden hotel closures and considerable re-routing to stay safe and legal.

Then, the actual transfer agreement came along without much fanfare. 

I guess everyone was bored and I can't work out what happened when, according to our thumbs-up premier, we seemed to get the deal of the century despite all of the earlier noisy misgivings. 

It almost seems too good to be true although I suppose the Free Trade Zone aspects were slipped through in a separate paper- 'Singapore on steroids' - free-market, pro-business economy, as Martin Sorrell positioned it to Downing Street. 

Well, it was clearly no failure of statecraft and an oven-ready deal in a million. 

We can already notice most politicians' speeches peppered with 'British discoveries' and 'British inventions' so it must all be true. 

Johnson's own family are running to the French hills, with his dad Stanley already applying for a French passport and Boris' sister Rachel indicating she'd like to follow if her father gets the French papers. 

On va s'aimer, on va danser 

Oui c'est la vie, la la la la la