Tuesday, 30 June 2009

Brian Jones - Forty Years This Week

This week marks the fortieth anniversary of the death of Lewis Brian Hopkin Jones founder member of The Rolling Stones and the first real rock casualty of the sixties.

I would like to draw the attentions of people to Brian's story, as it is one that is oft overlooked in favour of the rock n'roll brand that most people know today. Without his insight and drive, and of course, multi-instrumentalism, there would have been no Rolling Stones. Mick, Keith, Charlie, previously Bill and Mick Taylor, and now Ronnie Wood might be just like the rest of us and struggling to make a success of our lives, not the mega-rich super-stars that they are today.

Unlike the others, Brian was no cockney chancer, rather a middle class musical entrepreneur with a vision of forming his own little old blues band, who was drowned in July 1969 at his home in Sussex. Many schools of thought have emerged as a result of his death, but it is clear that however he died; he was certainly dealt a harsh blow by the authorities, who shrugged his death off as merely inevitable for someone of his ilk. The Rolling Stones have since become a huge multi-million pound machine and are to all intents and purposes untouchable, and yet only weeks before his death, the band fired their founder member, estranging him from the band he originally formed. I don't want to go into the possible areas of speculation as it would take up several books, but Mick, Keith, and a great number of others have consistently tried to blot his memory and erase him from people's consciousness. In six or seven years, Brian's talent gave a legacy to the classics people now know as forming the Stones main repertoire, and yet Ronnie Wood, for instance has been with the band for over 30 years now, and contributed to about two half-decent songs.

There is currently a full scale project looking into the nature of his death, and the possibilities that he was murdered. Much work has been conducted by Trevor Hobley, Pat Andrews, Dick Hattrell and the Brian Jones Fanclub, whose site can be found at the following link: http://www.brianjonesfanclub.com/

I w
ould implore everyone to visit the site, read up on the interesting articles about his life, and the current investigation into his death, and perhaps if you so wish, become a member and provide vital funding for the project.

This weekend, there are various events being held in Cheltenham to mark the anniversary - I believe people will be meeting at the cemetery on Saturday, followed by live music at the Exmouth Arms. I am looking forward to it!

Saturday, 27 June 2009

Death of Pop Music...

The very first single I ever recall consciously hearing and genuinely liking was back in 1987. Little did I realise that just over twenty years later, its creator, Michael Jackson would die in such odd and sudden circumstances.

Perhaps there is nothing odd about his death. After all, his life was extraordinary and knew nothing of what we would call the norm. Huge properties with fairgrounds, spending sprees well into the millions, plastic surgery, allegations of child abuse, he went through it all. There has probably never been anyone so able to split public opinion as Michael Jackson.

However, I would prefer to concentrate on the fantastic musical legacy. As a fan of music in general, but with a focus on rock, metal, prog, classical, blues and folk, many people are surprised when I state that I have a number of his albums. The thing is that in my view, there are two types of music - good and bad. His music, by and large, was excellent and defined the term "pop" for a period of fifteen to twenty years from the late seventies through to the mid-nineties. The single "Bad", to which I referred, was merely a window into a fantastic array of songs that, whilst transcending a number of musical styles, bound people with their brilliance.

Although completely different in style, I always felt he was the successor to the Beatles in terms of his dominance of pop music in its purest form. Unfortunately I cannot foresee anything coming along to match him in that particular genre and in that regard, whatever you may feel about him, the world has lost a magnificent entertainer this week.

May he rest in peace

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

The Story of a Key

It begins with the sheer incompetence of the Royal Mail. That a letter posted second class should take days and days to reach its destination is unbelievable, although it merely hints at the absolute shambles that particular organisation is in at present. Anyway, having let down one family member by virtue of the fact that his card did not arrive on time, I was determined not to allow the same thing to happen this week. So, gathering everything necessary, I made my way at lunchtime to Morrison’s, where I purchased a birthday card and a book of stamps. First class stamps this time. That should do it. But no, for in my hurried state I had forgotten to bring the address.

Never mind, I shall post it when I get home.

So, on arriving home, I had tea, found the address, wrote it on the envelope and then walked five minutes down the road to our local post box, only to find I had missed the only daily collection by about thirty minutes. You can imagine by annoyance when I noticed a message that read “later collection available at Dudley main office.” What use is that to me? Dudley is miles away! If I had posted the letter, it would not have been collected for another twenty-four hours, meaning that it was liable to be late. Again.

Cursing, I decided to walk back home and try our local supermarket’s post box, which I was informed, had an earlier collection. Already running late (I had a whole host of other things I needed to do during the evening), I chucked my mobile phone, the envelope and my front door key on the passenger seat of the car and set out to my destination. As I veered around one particular bend, however, I heard the “tinkling” sound of my front door key as it disappeared off the seat. Not to worry, I’ll search for it when I get to the supermarket. On parking up, I embarked upon a brief search of the passenger seat and its surrounding area, but couldn’t find it anywhere, so, with increasing annoyance, I stormed off to the supermarket, where I found that the collection was at the same time as the post box I had just been to, leaving me with no choice but to post the envelope containing the birthday card, which meant that not only had my journey been totally pointless, but the card would undoubtedly arrive late anyway.


Marching aggressively back to my vehicle, I embarked upon yet another search of the passenger seat, only to discover from a metallic rattle that the key had somehow lodged itself invisibly deep within the mechanics of the seat. No matter how much I ferreted around, no matter how many fingers I poked into the rails and recesses of the mechanism, I couldn’t not determine its precise location, despite the teasing, tantalising sound of its rattle every time I pushed the seat forward. With a final cry of anguish, followed by a primitive scream of rage, I slammed the car door shut so hard that the hinges practically flew off (fortunately they didn’t), threw myself back into the drivers seat and drove off home, leaving scorch marks on the car park tarmac.

Now, there is usually a moral to a story like this, but having now slept on this particular tale of woe, I can only think of one lesson and it is simply this:

Life can be a pain in the f@#g arse and there’s absolutely nothing you or I can do about it.

Monday, 22 June 2009

Sky Television

What a wretched thing Sky is. As an avid watcher of cricket and rugby, I am subject to Sky TV’s sole monopoly upon these sports, which requires a significant monthly fee to be released in order to view the various matches. Not only that, but there is no close season when combined, so I cant even cancel my subscription it the short term as football fans do during the summer. Moreover, as good as Sky Plus appears to be, it can be somewhat temperamental and when it chooses to randomly fail me, I am then left to call their premium rate call lines, wait in an interminable queue only to be greeted by a Dutchman whose grasp of communication is about as weak as my spirit invariably grows.

Whenever did this monopoly take place? And quite how can the BBC (don’t get me started on them) possibly justify the ridiculous licence fee when the best they can offer sporting wise is the Anglo Welsh cup (!) and the once a year Six Nations. Long gone is any form of cricket, Guinness Premiership and Autumn Internationals. At least if you’re a fan of indoor bowls, inconsequential race meetings from Worcester and off-season sailing you do get a look in.

Moan over...

Saturday, 20 June 2009

The Promotional Video to The Road to Inheritance

Again, just a simple exercise in vanity (well not really, just an excuse to drive traffic away from YouTube)... so here we are, the promotional video to The Road to Inheritance...

More details of this, the first in the Will Monohue thriller series, can be found at my website, http://www.danielcure.co.uk/Will_Monohue_thrillers.html

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

Biased News Reporting & Conspiracy Theories...

It has been a gripe of mine for quite some time (that rhymes...) that the television licence fee provides the BBC with not only a free reign on multimedia resource, but a voice for the socialist state of Britain.

There was a time when the BBC were an impartial broadcasting organisation, whose motives were pure and whose aspirations were only to achieve broadcasting excellence. Such times have vanished. Now, in its place, lies a bloated, self-congratulatory and rather feeble excuse for a broadcaster, with impotent ability when it comes to securing new talent, producing programmes and bidding for top sporting events and a worrying predilection for Labour back-slapping.

Nick Robison, Andrew Marr, Jeremy Paxman, David Dimbleby – you name it, they’re socialist. The direction comes from the top – their motive? Simply to retain the current Labour government, through whom they know they are guaranteed the retention of their ridiculous licence fee. This is the fee that pays the thousands of layabouts on the BBC gravy train.

I for one will be voting for an English voice, an English Parliament and an immediate review of the licence fee. Strip down the fat, make the BBC pay its own way and lets get lean and fair once again...

Monday, 15 June 2009

England vs West Indies

I wanted to offer my best wishes to the England Cricket team for their 2020 match against the West Indies tonight. Though I am far from being the hugest fan of that particular format of the game, their victory yesterday was certainly against the odds, which goes a little way towards rectifying their somewhat feeble effort against Holland earlier in the tournament.

May their willows dispatch magic and may their deliveries find their targets. Or something like that.

Friday, 12 June 2009

Capitalism: Patriotism, Globalisation and Short-termism

There was an article in one of the Marketing weeklies this week that profiled Rick Bendel, the Global Chief Marketing Officer for Asda and Wal-Mart. During the interview, he gave this statement:

“I’m happier than I’ve ever been. We have a fantastic mission ahead. How would you feel if the core of what you do was helping Mexico to reduce inflation, creating employment and changing the diets of children? Not because we are some big, imposing charitable organisation, but because we open a shop, then we buy 27 zillion melons so we can sell then cheaper.”

What an idiot. There seems to be a trend of late amongst middle-aged marketers working for globally branded organisation to feel that they have to tick the “third world/developing world” box within their corporate cv. Why, for pity’s sake, should we care about helping Mexico to reduce inflation? Particularly when by ordering 27 zillion melons, local farmers are bled dry to the point where they make almost no margin on their very small offering of produce simply to justify Mr Bendel’s vastly over-inflated salary. As for changing the diets of children – don’t make me laugh! The next time I see a healthy-looking child emerge from Asda I’ll eat my hat. I don't actually have a hat as such, but you get the idea...

Those of you who know me are fully aware that I am not, nor have I ever had any sympathy with Socialists or anyone with left-wing ideals. However, the notion of globalisation, particularly with these huge supermarket giants, is one that I find totally abhorrent and to the detriment of everything we should hold scared in terms of UK agriculture and food supply.

So, who do I blame? Quite clearly, I blame the Monopolies and Mergers Commission for allowing the formation of the “Big 4” supermarket chains in the UK to develop. At the hands of the lies of Tesco and Asda, a legion of farmers, local produce sellers, corner shops and greengrocers have been bullied out of business - not because of their poor trading qualities, but because of the poorly regulated markets when it comes to corporate mergers. I am all for companies earning billions of pounds, but not to the detriment of UK trade, local farmers and honest competition. We should not have to live in a communist economic state, nor should we be held to an oligopoly – perfect competition is what we should be aspiring to. The only thing we, as consumers, can do, is to boycott the big supermarkets – particularly Asda, Tesco and Morrison's – and shop locally where possible. I know they are cheap, I know they are convenient, but IT IS AT A COST! A huge cost! Does the widespread prosperity of England ’s economic and agricultural community not mean anything to you? All these companies care about are their own margins – a tomato may just as well come from Israel as Kent as far as they are concerned.

If were able to return to a free and open market with the emphasis on local community retailing, then the likes of Rick Bendel wouldn’t not have to be employed (at the cost of hundreds of thousands of pounds per annum, plus bonuses). The only mission that man is part of is a mission to finish UK agriculture for good. As if Tony Blair hadn’t already done enough damage...

Thursday, 11 June 2009

The Promotional Video to The Silver Knight...

I thought it worth posting this as it simply wont do to let YouTube take all the traffic! People have asked me if there is another one on the way and whether I will be doing one for the next in the The Silver Knight series. The answer is...

...yes, of course!

Wednesday, 10 June 2009

The Rise of the BNP...

Much has been made of their recent electorate gains, with widespread condemnation from a combination of the written and spoken media, along with a whole host of “celebrities” and other such individuals. Now, let me make myself clear at the outset by stating that I do not vote for, nor I am ever likely to vote for such a party. However, I do find the patronising reaction to their victory far more dangerous than their gains, as I will explain.

It is clear to me, both from anecdotal and quantitative evidence, that the majority of BNP voters are predominantly white, working class Englishmen or women. The key principle upon which their vote has been swayed is that of immigration and the implications that have gone with it. Over the past fifty years, we have had a system of controlled immigration prevalent into the UK. Throughout the past decade of Labour rule, are borders have become more and more porous, to the point whereby even our chief immigration officials have put their hands up to admit defeat. Figures are spun, lies are told and all the while our population density grows and grows to the point whereby our transport, health, education and welfare systems have buckled under the ever-increasing strain.

Now, of course there is nothing wrong with immigration if it is a) controlled, b) regulated and c) there is sufficient room within a specific society for individuals whose skills will enhance its spectrum. With a population of well over 60 million (that we know about), and with one of the highest population densities in the world, it is my contention (along with a majority of others) that we are over-populated. Despite this, however, I have heard a number of leading politicians, actors and musicians (!) claim that we should be even more open to immigrants. Last year, I even witnessed Hazel Blears suggesting that we could continue to house immigrants and asylum seekers for “as long as there are green fields.” Quite what figure this would lead the populace to, one can only guess at (not to mention what horrendous condition we would be left in), and it is no surprise that the woman most closely resembling Professor Umbridge from the Harry Potter series has now been removed from office.

It is all very well for actors, comedians and politicians to casually inform us of what we should adhere to, but the truth is that they are far too detached from reality for their opinion to be of consequence. When they travel from country to country in first class accommodation, stopping at the finest hotels, before returning to their countryside palaces, they can hardly claim to have experienced the resultant problems caused by poorly controlled immigration. Congested roads, unfocused teaching, language barriers, overcrowded and dirty hospitals and a creaking welfare state. All of which pose problems, but this year, with the economy in meltdown, we have the ultimate issue. Unemployment. To a white, working class Yorkshireman, who has spent his whole life working hard for his family, to lose his job at the same time that scores of people from across the glove are arriving and being settled in and around his community at a cost to the taxpayer, a prospective BNP candidate suddenly becomes an attractive proposition. The cross in the box will invariably follow.

The victory of the BNP is a victory to be completely deplored. However, they are a democratically elected party and it is not the failure of the UK voter that they have gained seats. It is the failure of all three major political parties to comprehensively address the complex issue of immigration into the UK that they have gained a seat and the main burden of responsibility must be placed squarely upon the shoulders of Tony Blair and to a lesser extent, Gordon Brown who have allowed this issue to grow completely out of hand. My sympathies are not only with those who have been forced into a corner in order to feel it necessary to vote for the BNP, built also those immigrants of ethnic backgrounds who have settled in the UK throughout the course of the last few decades, who have committed themselves to this country, have integrated successfully and who are just as patriotic and as much a part of the fabric of this island as those whose geographical ancestry dates back further. Any threat to their wellbeing and status as UK citizens is just as much attributed to the mis-management of the current government as it is to the ignorant thugs who perpetrate racial hatred and violence.

When will they learn?

Tuesday, 9 June 2009

Sales and Marketing, part two

You may have fathomed from the end of that previous post, that I am about to launch a scathing attack upon the merits of marketing. However, that is not entirely the case, as I will attempt to explain.

As I have stated, marketing is the satisfaction of consumer or customer wants and needs profitably. These wants and needs have historically involved business and consumer goods. Hats, coats, food, drink, compact disks, computers, cars, houses, clothes. All things we want or need. It works. Then, marketing transferred itself to the service and not-for-profit sectors. Slightly more controversial, perhaps (as why spend money on advertising when extra could be invested in the service or charity?), but still it produced the desired result in many instances. So, surely, if all these things can be marketed, then what cant?

I’ll tell you what cant.


Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and marketing cheapens it. Well, I say cheapens it – it will cheapen it if used in the same way as it would to sell a widget. The X Factor is a good example. Mass, watered-down pap for the masses. Soap operas. Pantomimes. Novels by Jordan. All these things are “art by democracy” – in other words, finding the lowest and widest common denominator in terms of artistic acceptance and plugging that gap with rubbish simply because it will sell. In my opinion, art should be completely fascist and self-serving. It is far better to produce and painting, novel, play or album that only one person likes – if it means the artist maintaining his or her credentials – than communising all work to the extent where we can all vote for the “best one.” How can voting on art do anything other than to water down people’s natural reaction to something? Yes, debate is to be encouraged, but to persist with these trials by jury is to continue with the recent obsession of televisions “100 Greatest” series. Absolute pointless rubbish like this only serves to help middle aged desperados to order half-a-dozen albums on Amazon’s latest sale just to make themselves look better at their next dinner party. Listen to what you want to listen to! Read what you want to read! Develop your own thoughts!

If it is ever to embrace areas such as music, marketing needs to move on from the Simon Cowell model and get to grips with the soul of art. Only then can it resonate with its audience.

Monday, 8 June 2009

Sales and Marketing, part one

Having immersed myself in the popular Wednesday night program, “The Apprentice” for the last few weeks, I have increasingly felt the need to comment upon the merits of sales and marketing from a business perspective. Why should I do this? Who am I to comment on such matters?

The answer to both of these questions lies in the fact that I have an Honours Degree in Marketing and have become somewhat bemused at Sir Alan Sugar’s frequent sneering at the merits of marketing (or at least his understanding of marketing), whilst over-playing the credentials of the salesman. Now, it is my contention that as an influential and well-respected businessman (let us not forget that he has delivered us some major high street brands, taken ownership of a Premier League football club and bankrolled the Labour party – may he be temporarily excused for such blatant sins), Sir Alan should have a significantly more expansive knowledge of marketing – but alas he seems to fall into the same old trap of assuming it to be a load of work shy layabouts drinking expensive coffee, snorting drugs and occasionally filming some commercials.

Let us be clear, marketing encompasses everything that Sir Alan is trying to do. What is marketing? It is the satisfaction of consumer or customer wants and needs profitably. Just examine that statement carefully. Consumer wants and needs. In other words, we find out what they want and then we provide it. When you compare that to the definition of selling, which is the persuasive act of releasing products or services in return for money or other such compensation, it appears rather more attractive.

The role of the salesman is to sell. Simple. Rarely does he or she choose the product (that is done by a higher entity), set the price, gather together precious research, or, in many cases, even select the audience. No – they just sell. The sight of one would-be apprentice begging a shopkeeper to buy her product, claiming that “no, it really will sell,” just summed up the act of selling in all its crass, base, whorish glory. Now, I am not trying to suggest that selling doesn’t have its place as every company has to push its products whichever way it can and there are occasions when some forceful one-to-one persuasiveness can work well (if in front of the right audience). However, all too often, it simply smack of desperation.

“Right!” Ben yells as he stumbles out of the limo. “We’ve got an hour until the boardroom. Let’s sell our arses off!”

Oh dear, my point is proved.

The beauty of marketing, if done correctly, is that the product or service finds its way to the consumer, for it is what that consumer is likely to want. We target the best people and promote our merits in a way that encourages that person to consider making the transaction. Of course, when people like Sir Alan are more concerned with viewing figures, it is difficult to conceive the kind of weekly tasks that are able to offer a proper marketing challenge and be surmised for the cameras in an hour slot – indeed, his only marketing task was so poorly put together that his best marketing candidate was actually fired.

Marketing, if done well, is a technical skill that borders on an art, selling is not. However, if you get the impression from this that Marketing is the greatest of all skills a mortal may possess, then you may also be interested to learn that it is far from it. More on that to follow...

The Silver Knight is Now Available on Amazon.com!

Now, before I continue, I should point out to my UK readers that this is Amazon DOT COM and not the UK DOT CO DOT UK version. However, it is, you will no doubt agree, significant progress. My publishers, Lulu, have kindly selected the novel to be listed on Amazon and have, for the time being, removed their mark up, which means that the Hardback is currently retailing at $22.46 (£14.20), whilst the paperback is listed at $15.43 (£9.75) per copy.

It may be that it works out cheaper for you to purchase a copy of the hardback on Amazon for this reason, though I do not currently have details of their shipping rates, so whether or not shipping is more competitive remains to be seen. For now, however, I shall simply point you to this link on Amazon –
http://www.amazon.com/Silver-Knight-Daniel-Cure/dp/B002AD4Z2E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1244455942&sr=8-1 - and encourage you to buy, read and review!

Saturday, 6 June 2009

The Slippery Passage of Time...

Henry Allingham, Europe’s oldest man, is celebrating his 113th birthday today. He is the last surviving member of the RAF and his life has spanned three centuries and six monarchs, not to mention two world wars.

There is no doubt that this is a staggering achievement, but it also creates an interesting perspective on the slippery and deceptive movement of time.

When I was born, World War Two (WW2) had finished 35 years previously. Quite a long time ago but not beyond the realms of imagination. In contrast, the sixties had finished eleven years previously, whilst World War One (WW1) had ended 62 years ago. People from all three of these “eras” were still alive and active throughout UK society.

But of course, we take things for granted. Time slips by and we fail to see the sand running out.

When I was born, I don’t doubt that there were a great number of people alive who had lived in the nineteenth century. There’s very few left now. The milestones are all fading (those alive during Queen Victoria’s reign, those who survived the Titanic, WW1, etc). The scary thing is that these landmarks will catch up with us. They will become the Great Depression, WW2, the fifties and even the sixties. One day it will be the twentieth century itself.

In January this year, Bill Stone died, which leaves the aforementioned Henry Allingham and 110 year old Harry Patch as the only two known UK survivors of WW1 left. If you cannot find it in yourself to acknowledge this fact with anything other than amazement, then I suggest time is a virtue that will remain hidden until it is too late to register.

Myself, I shall be raising a drink to them both today.

Thursday, 4 June 2009

Raphael – Themes and Meanings

I have recently been asked about Raphael, a work that often gets lost between the more loudly heralded offerings of The Road to Inheritance and The Silver Knight. The truth is that it is a difficult story to define and one that sits awkwardly, though perhaps that it why I enjoyed writing it so much as I am simply perverse by nature!I should make it clear that the principal theme of Raphael is about one mans despair, not simply occultism. The story was concocted and created during a time where my thoughts had often grown dark and I wanted the best way of conveying utter, abject mental desolation. I stress mental, as the process of depression is one that resides solely in one’s mind – as how else can a man who seemingly has everything he could wish for claim to be unhappy? It was something of a secondary thought (albeit one that I had often considered) to use the threat of the occult as means of puling Will Monohue down into the chasms of despair beyond any level capable of a mortal man. Indeed, I cannot think of anything more potent in destroying the fabric of thought and reason, not to mention sanity, than the possibility that one is being dragged into an unworldly conflict.

In creating the only offering of hope afforded to Will during his bleakest of hours, I indivertibly created the character of Raphael, probably the most diverse and interesting spirit I have conjured up to date. A man who presents a juxtaposition of being drug-riddled in morose isolation, whilst offering warm, comforting intelligence. It is perhaps fitting that his appearances are so brief – any more and the questions would begin to be answered!

Then of course there is the tragedy of Ellize, which simply had to happen, as there was never a way in which I could allow his happiness to stand unchallenged – at least not until he had suffered the first phases of anguish.

One note of criticism that has been registered is the fragmented reading style compared with it predecessor – The Road to Inheritance. It is a valid point, though there are a number of governing factors in this. One is that the narrative often breaks between thought patterns (most notably dreams), which can disrupt passages. Another is the rapid and sudden ascension into plot twists (one comment likened this to the way in which the film From Dusk till Dawn splits itself in two). However, a further possible factor is the shorter editing time that I had on completing the book. Whilst it received a full number of edits and proofs, I believe it would have benefited from a “follow up edit” perhaps six months down the line. This is something I may consider in the future, although I would be reluctant to make too many alterations to a piece of work that I already feel is presented in the manner in which I had intended.

The final point to make would be to comment upon the ending of the book. Clearly I am not going to delve into the final few pages as it would only serve as a spoiler to those who have not yet read it. However, I will say that it was written to both give the merest of hints as to the passage of events that took place during Ellize’s disappearance and, more importantly, to indicate that there are further trials and tribulations for Will to undergo.

For now, however, he remains etched into the first two novels, his presence claiming a victory upon those who would seek to topple him from his modest perch. Of course, if you are yet to read Raphael, it is available, as ever, from the online store at Lulu: http://stores.lulu.com/danielcure

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

The New Daniel Cure Official Authors Website

Well, perhaps not exactly new as the domain name is still the same and I haven’t altered every bit of content. However, in terms of style and presentation, http://www.danielcure.co.uk/ has effectively been re-launched!

So what is new? You should see that the design is more consistent, whilst the pages are better optimised and should (eventually) find their way more frequently onto Google. There is new content and links to everything you could possibly wish to know about me (other than personal matters – as why would I divulge and why would you care?). Links to video and image content, more about my books and real time links to content on this blog.

As ever, if you have any questions, comments, observations or criticisms, do not hesitate to contact me, either here, on Twitter at http://twitter.com/Daniel_Cure, or via daniel.cure1@googlemail.com

Daniel Cure – The Official Authors Site has landed!

The Silver Knight Book Cover

Well now, I rather think it is worth the flagrant self-publicity as it is a wonderful cover. Not only that, but it is available in both hardback and paperback forms - now if that does not stir your juices then words simply fail me...

As ever, The Silver Knight is available from £10.98 at the official Lulu Bookstore: http://stores.lulu.com/danielcure

(p.s. if you are really short of cash, it's available as a download for a mere £3.75 - now that is what I call value!)