The sad story of lives lost.

Extracted from the Manchester Guardian 9th October 1917

230 Officers; 1,965 Men

The casualty list issued last night show the following losses:

Officers:  Dead, 66; wounded or missing, 164

Men:     Dead 474; wounded or missing 1,491

Lt. Col. C S Worthington (wounded)

Lieutenant Colonel Charles Swanwick Worthington, D.S.O., held the rank of major in the Stretford Road (Manchester) Battalion of Territorial when he was on service with the East Lancashire Division in Gallipoli.

Colonel Worthington left Manchester for Egypt in September 1914 and went to Gallipoli with the Manchester Battalion early in May 1915.  In the big attack of June 4th, 1915, he was wounded, and for his service, there was awarded the Distinguished Service Order.

He is now in command of a battalion of the Duke of Wellington’s (West Riding Regiment) and is reported to have been wounded (not seriously) by shrapnel.  Colonel Worthington is the son of the late Mr T. Worthington of the firm of Messrs Worthington and Son, of Brown Street, Manchester

Before the war, he was engaged by the Calico Printers’ Association and lived at Broomfield, Alderley Edge.

Lieut. Col. G. B. G. Wood (wounded)

Lieutenant Colonel George Benson Glen Wood, D.S.O., Leicestershire Regiment, late Adjutant of the Lancashire Fusiliers (Bury), is reported wounded.

Lieutenant Colonel Wood went to Egypt with the Lancashire Fusiliers where he was wounded in the big attack again the Turkish entrenchments in June 1915.

For his service in Gallipoli, he was awarded the Distinguished Service Order.

Colonel Wood returned to Egypt at the evacuation of the peninsula and later transferred to the Leicestershire Regiment.  He also saw service in the South African War and was severely wounded in that campaign.

Sec. Lieut. J. H. Mainwaring (wounded)

Second Lieutenant J. H. Mainwaring, son of Mr H. H. Mainwaring, of Oxford Road, is lying wounded in the High Street Military Hospital.

He is an old boy of the Manchester Grammar School, who enlisted in one of the ‘Pals’ Battalions, and received his commission in the Army Service Corps.

Sec. Lieut. C. W. Rowlands (killed)

Second Lieutenant Charles W. Rowlands, Royal Welsh Fusiliers (killed in action on September 25th) was the elder son of Mr T. J. Rowlands, of Tolson Street, Broughton, Manchester.

Lieutenant Rowlands enlisted with the Welsh Fusiliers in August 1914 and subsequently……..***

Killed In Action

ASHCROFT  – Killed in action on September 20, Sergeant J. Ashcroft, K. O. R. La*****ters, the dearly loved son of the late William and Alice Ashcroft.  – 230 Fog Lane, Didsbury.

EVANS – Killed in action September 26th, 1917. Aneurts Maldwyn Evans private Royal Welsh Fusiliers aged 26, younger son of Mr and Mrs J. Evans (Cy****) 42 York Ave, Manley Park, Manchester.

DUTTON – Died of wounds on October 3rd, aged 20.  Robert Arnold dearly loved son of Rover and Fanny Dutton, Trenant Road, Irlam o’-th’ Heights.

GILPIN – Killed in action on 2nd October 1917. Sergt. Arthur Gilpin, B.Sc Royal Engineers, aged 21 Years, dearly loved son of Walter and Mary R Gilpin.  88 Seymour Road, South, Clayton, Manchester.

HIGGINBOTTOM – Died of wounds in Germany on April 6th.  Second Lieut. Fred Higginbottom, RFC in his 23rd year, son of the late H. A Higginbottom and Mrs Higginbottom.  Oakfield, Lapwing Lane, Didsbury.

PILKINGTON – Died of wounds in hospital on October 1.  Gunner P. Pilkington, R.F.A., second son of Hubert (Rupert) Pilkington, One Oak, Alderley Edge.

PRICE-HEYWOOD – Killed in action on September 20, 1917, Signal** Geoffrey A Price-Heywood, King’s Liverpool Regt – aged 19.

RALPHS – Killed in action on the 20th September, Lance Corporal A. Ralphs, son of R. H. Ralphs, and late principal of the Underwood School of Shorthand and Typewriting, Manchester.

BOWLANDS – In ever loving and affectionate memory of Second Lieut. Chas. W. Bowlands, MSM, Royal Welsh Fusiliers, killed in action September 26th, 1917, aged 22 years, eldest and beloved son of Mr and Mrs T, J. Bowlands, 7 Tolance Street, Broughton and member of Councilor W. Bowlands *****

Let’s Talk Dirty

bathroom-1228427_1280by Karen J Mossman

How often do you nip to the toilet?

No, I don’t expect you to answer that. Just think about it for a moment. It’s normal. It’s part of your day and everyone around you. We all talk about it at some point and it’s as natural as talking about your next meal.

Has it ever occurred to you that your favourite TV characters rarely goes for that natural break? Generally, neither do the book characters either. Why?

I recently read a book where the hot male lead eventually finds the female he’d been searching for. Does he say something worthy of a hero? No, he says, “I gotta take a piss.” He then disappears into the bathroom. I loved him for that. Considering this man had travelled a long way, this was very likely. Yet normally its a fact ignored.

In another book, the women escaping her lover’s bed went to sit on the toilet and contemplate for a while. That works. That’s normal, too

My mind tends to be a little overactive at times. (You’ve sussed that, right?) Even when I’d rather not go where it takes me. This was one of the scenarios my mind played out:

The beautiful girl lies across the bed in her bra and briefs. Her hair cascading over the side  flowing to the floor. She is waiting for her lover to return.

He opens the bathroom door, his hair falling slightly over his chiselled features. He’s wearing a white vest which is pulling taut over his ripped torso. Boxers show off his strong sturdy legs.

The toilet is still flushing behind him. He’s been in there at least five minutes. A smell follows him out…..

What? It’s natural, it’s what happens but it doesn’t really work does it? It’s not necessary. It’s what our partners do in real life and we want an escape, not normality!

So yes, it’s okay for our characters to nip to the toilet. It’s real.

Now, I’m gonna take it one step further. How many times do you or someone around you, fart? No, don’t answer that either.

I’ve read 100s of books and only in one does it happen – The girl lay under a tree with her boyfriend. They were talking and laughing together. Suddenly she let out a little lady fart (is there such a thing?)  And that was it. Never was it mentioned again.

Having read some short stories recently containing all the wet slapping sounds of erotic. I sometimes wonder whats so different. Anything and everything goes these days, so it’s probably only a matter of time.

So let’s keep our writing real and know our own boundaries.  How far would you go to keep realism alive? How far does a reader expect an author to go?

On a footnote to this, I’ve noticed that no one eats. Now I’ve drawn it to my attention (what?) I’ve begun noticing on the television that many of them don’t stop to eat. They may grab something occasionally on the go, but they never eat. (Except Blue Bloods, where they sit around the table regularly.)

When you think about it, we need to eat to survive, eat and drink, its a necessary part of our lives. I like realism and sometimes you need to show that.


Paperback Gifts

More people are reading eBooks today and there is nothing wrong with that. My Kindle is full of great stories.

However, every now and again it is nice to have the feel and smell of a real paperback novel in your hands. You only see part of the cover on a Kindle and below you can see the covers for my three novels in all their glory.

They also make ideals presents. I know I have been delighted in the past to receive an actual book and if it’s for Christmas, I always manage to read it over the festive period.

So I’m offering all my paperbacks at one price £5 or $5. For this, you will get a signed copy and a dedication if you would like it, a free bookmark, and a gift from Wales. If you wish, I’ll also gift wrap it and post directly to your recipient.

This is particularly ideal if you live in a different country and have friends or family in the UK. I can do all the above with little cost and effort from yourself.

These are my books:


the secret3

Set in the 70s, this charming story tells of Kerry and the terrible secret she hides. Although there is a dark element to this story, you will also find romance and humour.

Dear Diary

Kerry O’Brien has a hot new boyfriend! Yay!

His name is Tommy. He’s a biker and he’s gorgeous. He seems to like me too. He makes me feel good about myself and it’s been a long time since anyone has paid me that much attention. I also have a monster for a stepfather.

But I’m scared. I’m scared Bill will find out about Tommy and scared Tommy will find out about Bill. Tommy has a temper and he’s very protective of me. If he ever found out my secret, I think he would kill Bill.

He started again last night. Jodie and I hid under the bed. I don’t want him to ever touch her. Secrets like mine are only whispered about. But the bruises are getting harder to cover and I know once Tommy finds out the truth, I’ll lose him. I just can’t let that happen.


We move forward a decade to the 1980s and Joanna’s story. Joanna is not perfect, she makes mistakes but ultimately her heart is in the right place. When you meet her mother you will understand why she behaves the way she does.

Joanna tells everyone her mum is dead as it seemed easier that way. She was the only one who could intimidate and frighten her and she’s never forgotten what she did – the horror of being locked in a cupboard and the physical punishment endured. Most of all, Joanna never forgave her for killing her baby.

Her sister Sandie was able to move on, but Joanna she still bore the scars and it affects her life and relationships.

Why is she attracted to a bad boy and why did she allow herself to be second best? Most of all, why is Joanna attracted to a man who is a serial womaniser?

Sister’s clash and Joanna and Sandie are no exception. Joanna couldn’t even get that right when she accused Sandie of falling for a man who would only bring her trouble. Wasn’t that exactly what Joanna was doing to herself?

Finally, her world comes crashing down and she can’t comprehend what’s happened. She needs help, but will anyone be there? Or has she pushed them all away?

Full Cover

Sarah is hiding her past and cannot acknowledge it even to herself. Set in the first decade of the 20s, this is a thrilling ride of second guesses.

Kelly needs to escape from her abusive and controlling boyfriend, but she’s terrified to leave. She’s then given a chance to start a fresh, but is the cost of her freedom too high?

Sarah is happy in her life. She has a dream job and a perfect roommate. But when a brick is thrown through the window, followed by a letter containing razor blades, her life starts to spin out of control. Detective Ryan Andrews is on the case and the two quickly form a close bond.

Will Kelly pay that price for freedom? Can Sarah’s secret past be kept from Ryan?

In the end The Truth Will Out.

Amazon gives you the opportunity to read some reviews before you buy and if you are interested, just email me here or use the contact form.

Extra Life Charity

Extra Life is a Children’s Miracle Network Hospital’s fundraising program within the gaming community. Participants fundraise year-round and pledge to game for 24 hours with one goal: to save and improve the lives of sick and injured kids. Funds raised stay local to help pediatric patients at 170 Children’s Miracle Network Hospitals across North America. Since 2008, Extra Life has raised more than $30 million for member hospitals. The movement, formed by gamers bonded by passion, is committed to saving and improving the lives of local kids.


Last October, author, Ashley Uzell’s daughter, Kassidy was taken ill with Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. Luckily, it was found early. After two tough rounds of chemo, she is now in remission.

Kassidy was positive through it all. Even when she lost her hair, she was upbeat and fun to be around. Now thirteen and back in school, she is doing well.

Ashely has been raising money all year to help the foundation and this year, Kassidy is joining the Extra Life annual charity event for gamers.

Kassidy will be raising money for CHKD, Children’s Hospital of the King’s Daughters in Virginia, the hospital that treated her while she had cancer.

Please consider donating to Extra Life this year. ALL donations go to the hospital of the player’s choice. Any amount helps, even just a few dollars. Donating is safe and easy.

Kassidy’s Extra Life page.
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Pedicure From Hell

Screen Shot 2017-10-25 at 12.14.45by K A Neeson

So I go to relax and get a pedicure. Anytime actual relaxation occurs for me, it’s a miracle of epic proportions. Who knows if miracles happen, but I was hoping for one!

I walk into this place and there are ten, maybe twelve, pedicure stations, the big chairs with the foot baths attached to them. So I sit down all comfortable, and another lady comes in and wants a pedicure too.

OK, so I already told you there are lots of free chairs available. Yes, you guessed it, she sat right beside me. I’m not having this. I am totally out of there. I ask the nail technician if I can switch seats. She utters something in her own language, then agrees.

The lady beside me apologizes profusely, “I’m sorry.”

I try to reassure her and say the whole “Oh, no; it’s totally me, not you!” thing. Christ, Becky, this is not a relationship; it’s just a game of musical chairs. I sound like an idiot. No, it’s not personal, I have high anxiety, and I would prefer to sit alone. That way, I don’t have to fake smile if you should happen to look my way. I don’t know how to make small talk, absolutely no good at that. If you should try to strike up a conversation, I do not have to pretend to care. See, it’s all me. Please enjoy your pedicure.

Shit, I’m an idiot; she hates me. The technician keeps looking over here like I’ve committed a crime or something. Well, this has worked—I am completely out of my comfort zone. I may even vomit! Hooray! Mission accomplished—I’m uncomfortable, but the cognitive therapy assignment has been completed. I am the most hated person in here. After my toenails are dry and I run out of here, I am never coming back. Terrific, just terrific. I have to find a new place to get a pedicure. Man, all because I moved friggin’ chairs.

Can’t anyone try to relax in this place? Wait, that’s right, no, because that would be a friggin’ miracle, and we all know miracles do not happen every day!

Copyright K.A. Neeson