Auntie Doris’s Book Club #6: D.I. Ghost by Lauren White


Don’t be put off by the rubbish cover, I like this book. It reminds me of that thing that they used to have on the Television, “Randall and Hopkirk (deceased).” Before them out of “Shooting Stars” did it. I mean back in the seventies with Mike Pratt in it. They both feature a dead detective, who attempts to solve crimes from beyond the grave.

Of course stuff like that interests me, what with me being dead these past 18 years.

Any road, Unlike “Randall and Hopkirk,” this book features a woman detective, who does not continue working with her ex partner, but teams up with the other victims of her murderer to try and make sure he never strikes again.

Its funny in places as well as thrilling, and by the end, I was completely wrapped up in the suspense of it all. I could imagine it being a decent programme on the television an’all, as long as we didn’t give it to the ruddy Yankees to mess up, or at least not until we had made a series of it on our own. I would like to see that big lass out of “Call the Midwife” in it, as the posh character “Bim,” You know who I mean… Miranda Wright, or something. They would have to get twins to play the detective, because she has a twin sister. I would definitely watch it after reading the book.

To be honest with you, Lauren isn’t too bad at explaining what goes on after you die as well. I wonder if she has any insider knowledge. She mentions death as being just one stage in the human journey and also mentions the next stage being “the light” which is essentially what I would call “The Meld” “If you go into the light, you don’t come back…” she says, “…You go to a higher dimension, another plane perhaps.” She also mentions that there is no Judgement in the light, which is true of The Meld.

But her story isn’t too concerned with the physics and philosophy of the afterlife, that’s just an added frisson. Its really a good old fashioned thriller, with a killer on the loose and a heroine who is out to stop him. Add a bit of romance and the paranormal angle, and its a very enjoyable read indeed.

I hope that there is going to be a D.I.Ghost 2. Because i Like the characters that Lauren has made up in the first book, it would be a shame not to find out more about them. Apart from D.I Ghost (Kate), and her sister Carrie, and her two boys, there was that Bim that I mentioned before, D.I. Nigs, (the love interest) and his new partner D.I. Fester and her old dead colleague Sergeant Ross. There was also a medium character who was very interesting, even though she was a minor character. Margaret Dryer. I would have her played by that other woman out of “Call the Midwife” The older nun thats a bit weird, Judy Parfitt, yes, perfect. Do you know, I might even write to the BBC about this…

Doris’s Digest #8: The Solitary Sin That Ruins Young Lives

image They are all up to it these days. Teenagers, and even younger than that. It’s a wonder that some of them don’t go blind, they do that much of it. Some of them seem to spend every waking moment at it. Their parents don’t seem to mind, in fact they ruddy well encourage it. They send them up to do it in their bedrooms, so that they aren’t getting under everyone else’s feet downstairs. It makes them tired and listless at school the next day. It makes it difficult for them to concentrate on anything else. It saps their energy. It depletes their imagination. It ought to be ruddy well outlawed, or at least something done to prevent them doing it too much. Watching television is a disgrace.
Well, alright. It’s ok in moderation. But what with all the channels they get these days, and broadcasting all hours, not to mention DVDs and digital recorders and internet catch up and whatever else they dream of. The kids of today don’t seem able to watch it in moderation. They just don’t know when, or even how to stop.
They have these new fangled earphones by Doctor Doom an’all these days, so you don’t even know when they are doing it. The Fantastic Four should have finished him off when they had the chance, but ohh no. Too busy trying to find a cure for Ben Grimm, and now we are losing generation after ruddy generation to the one eyed god in the corner.
I wouldn’t even mind if people watched it together, at least they could hold a conversation about it afterwards. But they don’t even do that any more. There’s one in every room now, and everyone watches what they like when they like, filling their heads full of ruddy rubbish like the “A Team” and “Come Dine in a House Like This.” Half the kiddies these days have watched more programmes about hot dinners than they have had hot dinners, because their ruddy parents are too glued to the box to cook them anything. You can’t expect kiddies to grow big and strong on crisp sandwiches, even if they are cheese and onion. Cheese and onion crisps aren’t going to count towards their ruddy five a day, are they?
When I was a lass, television hadn’t even been invented, and it didn’t do me any harm. We used to cut out pictures from magazines and do plays with them in our little toy theatres. You needed a bit of imagination to do that sort of thing. The kids today have it all on a plate. Spoon fed, they are. Straight from the ruddy satellite dish.
And even in the prisons. A colour television in every cell! You wouldn’t catch me on the telly for all the tea in tescos, not with all convicted murderers and child molesters slobbering all over me. In colour an’all. It takes the ruddy biscuit that does, twists it in half, licks the cream out of the middle, and throws the dry bits in the bin.