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Jim MacVeigh’s Pros and Cons: A review

Pros and cons thumbnailReview by Richard, Co-editor

True to its title, MacVeigh’s Pros and Cons crawls through the gutters of Bristol’s red light district, deprived estates and seedy inner-city bed-sits in a tale of misogynistic murders, street prostitution and drugs. Almost all of the female characters are on the game and all the men are steeped in crime.

MacVeigh paints a world or sordid morality and deception where sex and affection rarely mix and everything, and everyone, is for sale. His hero, Boswell, is constantly torn between a fear of returning to prison and his inability to rise above his prison mentality where blackmail and backstabbing are par for the course, great kudos is earned by attacking sex offenders and the police are both incompetent and complicit in sexual abuse. I found it hard to find a character I liked.

The plot develops slowly through a series of murky sexual encounters, masturbatory fantasies, off-the-shelf fetishes and racial stereotypes where crimes against women are rooted in the worst of Freudian excuses for violent acting-out. Whilst the names of streets, pubs and urban areas are accurately used to label the setting, very little of it is actually described and, without being familiar with Bristol, it would be hard to imagine where the action takes place.

The dialogue is realistic and believable, although limited, with most of the story being told by an all-seeing narrator. In the final quarter of the book MacVeigh’s hero, a recently released ex-prisoner, suddenly, and barely believably, becomes an expert psychological profiler sought out by a senior detective to help him solve a case whilst the hero gets the upper hand with everyone.

Nevertheless, it is a gritty drama with some interesting plot twists, and the suspense is nicely built up towards an unpredictable ending.

Pro’s and Con’s is available to purchase on Amazon

 

Poem – Last Chance Saloon

There’s time for a drink in the last chance saloon
Oh dear brethren they will come for me soon
Will it be this time the room with the bars
Where I will try to patch up my scars
Or maybe the Asylum beckons again
There I can nurture my agony, this pain

What will it be? Where will it end?
My life is important they say I can mend
I need some peace, some love some grace
In the glass, my eyes, this scarred face
I have a soul it cries me to sleep
The answer is atop a mountain steep

Those I have loved who have gone away
My mind let them go, my heart was screaming stay
You must start seeing the light burning red
The alarm bells are ringing – all support has fled
Why do I say yes when my meaning is no
Christ God Almighty it’s all plain as the white driven snow

So you there you have it, my plight is great
My mind, my emotions is an addled state
Don’t ever judge a book by its cover
A friend, a mate, a foe, a lover.
A place of punishment is where I try to rest
Though God only knows I have done my best

What piece of work do we have in our hands
The mood changes, the anger, like shifting sands
The blood is red, the intent good and true
If you only listen I’ll give you a clue
But no is the answer, the fate it is sealed
Everyone is leaving as the last bell is pealed

 

by Nick Singleton

A new lease of life

David Honeywell

My recent book signing event at York’s Waterstones, where I was signing copies of my new autobiography, Never Ending Circles, gave me some time to reflect.

Writing your life story really does bring about psychological and emotional changes inside you but little did I expect the life changes that would follow after becoming a ‘respected author’.

Being respected in York is something I never expected to be because almost 30 years ago I walked into a store just on the outskirts of the City and held it up wielding a 7-inch dagger. Then 27 years later, I was made a Freeman of the City through birthright and now I am being greeted by the Lord Mayor for my work.

York has deeply routed ancestry for me on my mother’s side of the family dating back centuries where 24 members were Freeman. And I feel I now owe it to their memory, victims of crime, myself and my own family to try and put right my wrongdoings.

I started doing this by writing my memoirs in the hope to inspire others that lives can be turned around. Delving into my innermost has forced me to change my life – so much that I have moved back to the City where my criminal life began all those years ago.

It’s as though I have been catapulted back in time but now I am a much wiser person. As I continued to write my memoirs, things inside me started to change. I developed a burning desire to revisit old haunts and track down old friends I had lost contact with over 20 years ago then to go back and start all over again.

It has made me see where things had gone wrong – not just by thinking back – but by standing in the actual places I used to frequent and soaking in the ambience mixed with sadness and relief that they are now distant memories.

I now have a new lease of life and passion for revisiting the past to put things right. York is where it all began and as I plan for tomorrow I feel so humbled that the Lord Mayor is coming along especially to see me in all his regalia. This I hope will be the start of us working together within communities.

Before it all starts though I will be in BBC Radio York talking about the contents of the book. Radio and TV have been a great source of publicity ranging from commentating on recent news headlines to discussing where I’m coming from with my book.

The book signings have been a great way of networking and being able to cut my teeth in the publishing world. I have to say though I am pleasantly surprised by the level of interest from local people who just want to read about real life which is very encouraging. I think a lot of people have a story to tell and publishing their book could a lot easier than they think.

This is why I have now set up my own publishing house name, Nocton Publishing, with a view to publishing inspirational stories.

I think there should always be a theme. Mine was to show that I could relate to every aspect of life from alcohol abuse, depression, incarceration to relationship problems and employment issues. It worked because I have as many people asking for my book who have experienced mental health issues and depression as I have from ex-cons and universities.

It has been the most humbling experience personally, but the most rewarding thing for me will be the lives it helps to change. Even if it’s just making someone who is suffering realise they are not alone, to showing that with determination, you can turn your life around.

You can buy David’s book ‘Never Ending Circles’, here.

Taken from Issue 15

Poem – An Ode to Old Friends

I’ve not many left,
My bridges I burned;
I caused too much trouble,
A lesson well learned.

For you who stuck by me,
And I’m amazed that you did;
For the heartache I caused,
I hope you’ll forgive.

Don’t remember the fool I once truly was,
I have no regrets, but that’s only because;
Your advice to me has made me so strong
that I now know the difference
between right and what’s wrong.

by Ian C

Taken from Issue 16

Sculpture – Bright Eyes

HMP & YOI Holloway

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Image courtesy of the Koestler Trust

Taken from Issue 17

Pottery – Orange Squeezer

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Taken from Issue 17

Fashion – My Journey Memory Bag

HMP & YOI Drake Hall, Mary Archer Platinum Award for Fashion

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Taken from Issue 17

Portrait – Modern Day Gio Conda

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Taken from Issue 17

POEM: This is my story

Look I ain’t God so I ain’t the creator

I’m thinking of a time where there were no haters
Where people could walk around with no fear
Where kids could see their mums with no tears

This is my story
so please listen carefully
Let someone want to be
whatever they wish to be
That is their destiny
so it don’t bother me
You see this it will all be a memory
Sooner or later it will all be history
Bare haters out there I’ll place you a bet
Go to the shops buy a pen not a cigarette
I’m climbing the steps to the top of my pyramid

Now this generation look it’s changed
Kids walking around with knives and blades
I remember my past like it was yesterday
Criminal gang life I can relate
I stood up in court so ashamed of myself
My mum looking at me thinking OMG
I want to change now, it’s just for the better
Prison and cells I wouldn’t have a future

This is my story
so please listen carefully
Let someone want to be
whatever they wish to be
That is their destiny
so it don’t bother me
You see this it will all be a memory
Sooner or later it will all be history
Bare haters out there I’ll place you a bet
Go to the shops buy a pen not a cigarette
I’m climbing the steps to the top of my pyramid

Now that I’m back I’m going to show you what I got
I just want to rise from the bottom to the very top
I don’t want to know what ends your rep
Don’t expect me to clear up your bloody mess
Do you know what, I’ll just confess
You see me yeah I’m better than the rest
You got a bit of time, how do you use it?
You get a spliff, get a bottle, why do you drink it?
This is my story
so please listen carefully
Let someone want to be
Whatever they wish to be
That is their destiny
So it don’t bother me
You see this it will all be a memory
Sooner or later it will all be history
Bare haters out there I’ll place you a bet
Go to the shops buy a pen not a cigarette
I’m climbing the steps to the top of my pyramid

What is it coz your mates say it’s hard
Thinking you’re a thug, thinking you’re bad
All you do is walk around your area
Stay out till late, your mum’s in tears
You don’t know what goes through a mum’s head
She thinks of you always in her head
Let me tell you this, you’re mum ain’t your friend
So apologise to her and show her some respect

This is my story
so please listen carefully
Let someone want to be
whatever they wish to be
That is their destiny
so it don’t bother me

You see this it will all be a memory

By Kabz

Taken from Issue 19

Poem: One Month In

The anger, the heartache,
the pain, the despair,
I look in her eyes, I see it all there
The hurt I have caused,
the promises broken,
I see in her tears
without words being spoken.

The sound of her deep
wracking sobs breaks my heart
I know what I’ve done
has torn us apart.

I deserve to be punished
for what I did wrong,
so a cell in a prison
is where I belong,
but, why punish my family?
What harm have they done,
their crime was to love me,
my wife and my sons.

For that they will suffer,
by society cast out,
because of their trust,
their innocence in doubt
The looks as they pass by,
the whispers, the sneers,
while their pleas for assistance
fall on deaf ears
Think you need counselling?
We’ll help if we can
but you’ll wait for months
cause you love “that man”
We can’t pay for two,
and the victim has needs,
so you’ll have to suffer
because of his deeds
If I hadn’t offended
then I would be free,
and life would be normal so,
from this you can see
If you ever considering
committing a crime,
it’s your family not you
that will do the hard time.

by Martin

 

Poem taken from issue 13 of theRecord.

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