rantings of a bald man

Julie stands at a sink filled to the brim with hot water and bubbles from the sweet lemon smelling washing up liquid. A plastic flower covered apron protects her impeccably ironed cream shirt. She hums a song quietly to herself amazed at just how content she truly is. She turns to her Daughter Poppy, Ten [...]

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  Alex crawled slowly through the trench, a putrid mixture of water and the remains of the fallen, gagging on the sweet cloying smell of death. Its walls painted in a myriad of colours, red, green, bone white and brown. He slips on what once had been a man, his face engulfed in its putrefying [...]

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He stands before the door. Its plain facade hiding the true nature of what lies behind. This is only the second time he has been here. The first he felt only mild trepidation. This time his fear shows in his unsteady hand. He checks his watch for the third time in as many minutes. Still [...]

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Another day another post brought to you by the magic of the i pad, full of tiny magic pixies who must be exhausted with all the running around the Bald one makes them do. Picture them shackled each tap of the Bald ones nicotine stained finger making tiny whips hit their tiny backs, sorry magic [...]

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So everything ended with a whimper rather than a bang. Not everything I guess, shit he was still here, and not alone there are others. Once he had met the prime minister, chomping on someone else’s leg, giggling between mouthfuls of barely cooked human flesh. His eyes a mixture of madness and pure pleasure, blood [...]

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Hello my dears and a big hello from you hair challenged friend! It has been quite some time as ever. So the world of the Bald One eh? Its been strange hhhhmmm strange indeed. Emotions churning in my mind like a sea sick sea fearing traveller. New job has been got, exciting yes! scary oh [...]

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Hello dear misguided readers of  the blog of baldness and welcome! it has been many moons since your eyeballs enjoyed the treat and pleasure of the bald ones words of joy. I kneel before you in the act of seeking nay begging forgiveness. Life being life everything joyful has been put on hold. I had planned to bring you some of my story to tickle your imagination in a tantalising manner but no further have i proceeded in any of the many stories.

So today i bring you a book review another soon to follow (excited aint ya) so without further ado here it is….

OUTPOST by Adam Baker

www.amazon.co.uk/Outpost-Adam-Baker/dp/1444709046/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_c

When the end of the world comes do you want to be the first to go? or the last to survive.

I happily purchased this book from a local charity shop (i have confessed all to the author, worry not) and boy oh wow was i pleased i did.

The premise;

Picture the Arctic ocean now imagine your a small crew left behind on a derelict oil platform just waiting to be picked up and taken home. Sadly it never happens, the rest of the world has gone to shit, with only a brief clue as to why before all communications with the outside world end.

The Good;

I love the premise and the author brings this world to life wonderfully. You have an incredible feeling of the vastness both of the Arctic and the disused oil rig, but these are also both incredibly tiny worlds due to the situation and environment.   The cast of characters is also quite small, with a few main players in the story fleshed out, why they do the things they do is always believable due to this.

The story evolves with great pacing and some interesting twists and turns. It also makes sense whatever happens due to the writing. I wont talk about the plot or what happens as they would spoil it for any future readers.

I really like the authors writing style, no excess fluff or wandering the almost kind of short sharp sentences that still convey a world alive to all your senses is sublime. Here is a tiny example.

She cooked a pinch of powder and siphoned the syrup into a hypodermic. A humourless smile.

I plan to read it for the third time shortly and recommended it to anybody looking for a great read. It’s certainly not a typical zombie novel in any way shape or form and the bald one thanks Mr Baker for the words and world.