For anyone who loved St Trinian's - old or new - or loves a cozy mystery on a grand estate filled with rather 'interesting' characters. When an American stranger turns up claiming to be the rightful owner of the school's magnificent country estate it could spell trouble for everyone at St Bride's . . . No one can believe it when the headmistress, Hairnet, instantly accepts the stranger's claim, not: the put-upon Bursar, ousted from his cosy estate cottage by the stranger the enigmatic Max Security, raring to engage in a spot of espionage the sensible Judith Gosling, who knows more about Lord Bunting than she's letting on the irrepressible Gemma Lamb, determined to keep the school open Only fickle maths teacher Oriana Bliss isn't suspicious of the stranger, after all she can just marry him and secure St Bride's future forever. That's if inventive pranks by the girls - and the school cat - don't drive him away first. Who will nab the stranger first? Oriana with the parson's noose? Gemma with sinister secrets? Or could this be the end of St Bride's? Previously published by Debbie Young as Stranger at St Bride's.

1996, San Francisco, CA I reached up and grabbed my boss's boney little shoulders and shook him trying to make my point. He looked at his secretary, who was standing nearby, and said "You're a witness. I've just been harassed." I didn't realize at that moment that this would be the end of my career with El Paso Natural Gas and that I would soon be on my way to exciting new adventures in New Mexico. Or that these adventures would include a booth at the Tesuque Flea Market and a log cabin with a curse.

This here is a follow-up to my first book, "Million Dollar Ideas". Is it a thousand times greater than my first book as the title indicates? The answer is yes. Should you buy a thousand copies of my first book to balance the purchase of this book? If my math is correct, the answer is yes. Thank you for your support. - Jake Wozniak

Charlie's introduction to his blog put it best: "A lifetime in marketing actually equips a man for very little... Now pushing 58, I realise with some horror that it is a full half century since I last took cycling remotely seriously. If this trip does not go well, I might leave it as long until my next attempt. In September 2012, seven friends of varying fitness and circumference, accompanied by an elderly camper-wagon and driver, are cycling from France to Santiago de Compostela in north-west Spain." Despite being well past their prime they cycled up the equivalent of Mount Everest plus a bit as they crossed the Pyrenees, the Montes de Oca, the Montes de Leon, and the Cantabrian Mountains, in the process expending over 20,000 calories each (according to Susie's iPhone App), most of which were put back on each evening. They cycled in the footsteps of 1,000 years of history, marveled at the art and architecture accumulated over the centuries, and at times crashed into it. They visited the sites of miracles and pondered their meaning, and crossed the 200 meter bridge at Hospital de Orbigo which in 1434 was the site of a month long jousting tournament. They experienced the highs and lows of triumph and disaster, and felt compelled to test the efficiency of the Spanish medical system. Comment on the blog from Barnaby: "God, troops...it is epic reading and I am on the edge of my seat as I follow your progress on my map." The De-Caff Camino is in turn amusing, informative, easy reading and irreverent, and yet is imbued throughout with the greatest respect for the history and traditions of the Camino and those who have written their names into its lore. Improbably arriving at their destination after two weeks and 500 miles on the road, the author offers some forthright advice to the Vatican on how to enhance the experience for pilgrims at last achieving their goal after so much exertion, self-sacrifice and denial. The De-Caff Camino is an essential and most entertaining addition to the body of knowledge of The Way of St James.

A collection of mostly humorous short stories about the American South

21 short stories, plus a little extra something just to keep things interesting.

Everyone wanted to make money in Indian stock market................... So did Jai, a 44 year rich individual, with academic and dreamy temperament, who entered stock market in August 2005 and found himself staring at money running on computers with help of internet...... Within a short span, he found himself changing from an investor to a trader to speculator. May 2006, Sensex crash, and he lost almost all the money earned during 8 months in 10 days. His active academic brain found the key to price movement of stocks & Idices, which he called Sensex - Nifty code All one needed was simple mathematical calculations and laws of speculation to navigate the choppy waves of stock market. He kept on making & losing money with help of young dealers, till he found himself at the last leg of bull rally from October 2007- January 2008...... He knew, he had to abandon stock-market before it abandoned him. The book is an entertaining blow by blow account of first speculative boom & bust cycle in Indian stock market during computer trading era, with mathematical calculations that were used to take stocks and indices to dizzying heights and ended in inevitable bust in a precise manner. And, only survivor can tell the tale without any hesitation.

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