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Rebecca Grenville, 22 and just graduated from the University Of California at Berkeley in English Literature is lucky enough to get one of the first jobs she has applied for at StartUp magazine. She is also lucky to be handed the job of interviewing William King, 25, self-made internet billionaire, unbelievably handsome, rich, single and a bit of a recluse. What’s more Mr King rarely gives interviews and Rebecca has landed the chance to get a scoop and make an instant name for herself in the tough world of internet journalism. 

What could possibly go wrong? From the moment Rebecca trips up and throws a glass of water over William King – everything! Mr King takes off his soaked shirt to reveal he is ripped. Rebecca is smitten and tries to dab Mr King dry. Mr King’s assistant, the reliable Gloria, puts Rebecca in her place, produces a towel and a fresh shirt and the interview can now begin. 

Is Will King attracted to Rebecca? Within moments he is inviting her to his house and is prepared to reveal information about himself that is not currently public knowledge. Rebecca’s hopes soar only to be knocked back down to earth when she meets Boopsie, the incredibly shaped girlfriend who has a massive chest and an ass to make even Kim Kardashian jealous! 

Follow Rebecca’s adventures in Volume I of this romantic comedy which turns decidedly darker as Will’s and Rebecca’s secrets are slowly revealed. 

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Why I Love Colocinni and My Mam

Posted 26th October 2012

 

How do I love such different people and what possibly connects them?

Fabricio Colocinni is the captain and chief centre back of my football club, Newcastle United. I love him because he is a brilliant footballer and gives great service to the club. To be honest, though, I wouldn’t love him just for that. I love him because he gives a lot back. He comes from an impoverished background in Argentina and struggled to get the bus fare to take him to training – 500 miles and 8 hours there and the same to get back home  - when he was a young lad. Now, whenever he has time off from football he goes back to his local town where he supports a refuge for street kids he has set up with his own money.

My mam is 93 and suffers from Alzheimer’s. After living in her own home until well over the age of 92 she now lives in a care home. She is got up in the morning, washed, dressed and fed and is warm and safe. During the day she is fed, taken to the toilet and looked after. At night she is washed, clothed in her nightdress and put to bed. Apart from a few simple activities that she may take part in, or not, during the day that is more or less her life now.

She rarely says anything but smiles a lot when I visit. Often she simply falls asleep. She is a bit more animated when my wife, I and our two grandchildren aged 7 and 5 visit on a Saturday morning after the children’s swimming lesson. In fact all the people in the care home, including staff, look forward to the children visiting as it brightens up their day. My grandson, the 7 year old, is usually engrossed in his DS although recently since he became interested in football he now spends the time reading the football section of the newspaper. My granddaughter is a typical girl and is much more outgoing and usually does a dance or gymnastics to liven up the day’s events. She sometimes even sings everyone a song.

Even up to her late eighties my mam used to go with the minister from her local Methodist Church and sing and play the piano in hospitals for – in her words – “the old folk”. She was an excellent pianist and it is sad to see all that talent simply disappear. She sang in concerts with her local choir until shortly before it became impossible to look after her properly in her own home. Now she cannot even move without help and seems to have lost the ability to speak.

My mam hasn’t had an easy life having lost her father when she was only 7 years old at a time when the welfare state was unheard of. In spite of this my grandmother was determined my mother should learn to play the piano and even opened a sweet shop at the front of their rented terrace house to make ends meet.

Later when my father’s printing business fell on hard times she used to be up all hours helping him meet the deadline for printing jobs that simply had to be done.

Church always played a big part in her life and until well into her eighties my mam not only led the Tuesday women’s meetings but also organised holidays for groups of people she knew both within and out of church.

For many reasons my mother is a heroine to me but perhaps most of all because she always encouraged me to do my best and I think it is from her my love of reading came. We could never afford to buy books when I was small and our local library was a godsend. During the summer holidays I remember being there every day. Perhaps from this my desire to become a writer emerged.

I know my mother is safe where she is but I often wonder if it would have been kinder to keep her in her own home even with the risks involved. I admit it was hard going for my wife and I who did all her shopping, cleaning and washing. We had four carer visits a day but towards the end it wasn’t quite enough.

Where she is she has company but it is very limited in that it is a home that specialises in Alzheimer’s patients and most of the residents don’t speak or simply babble the same words over and over again. She does, of course, receive excellent care from the care home staff who are almost entirely female.

The home operates an open door policy so you can visit at any time. This means that the standard of care cannot be manipulated so that you see only what they want you to see. It doesn’t matter when you go the same high standards are evident and for this I am extremely grateful.

However, I am still left wondering do we really do the best for our old people -- invariably suffering from dementia these days - by locking them away from sight when they become too difficult to handle?

All I do know is that to me Fabricio Colocinni and my mother are living examples of what makes the world a wonderful place.