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Nobody Asked Me, But .... - Apart from breaking two of my mates' noses (one in the ring and one chasing a 'runner') I used to be known for my stories. And they were all true. I'd come back from distant shores and speak of my adventures. So much so in fact that people used to say, "You should write a book." My diatribes in my blogs and newspaper columns are simply my way of spinning the balls, because sometimes I like to see what number they land on. Thats all. But although Im known mostly as a raconteur - and most of my books can be described as coming from the humourist vein in Nobody Asked Me I touch on some subjects that are surely going to upset a few people. Ive never quite understood the politically correct brigade. Hardly any subject is taboo to the Englishman when hes laughing. No longer simply a fad, blogging is now an important new literary innovation. This book is not a story, and if youre looking for a book that is all sweetness and light, please give this one a miss. Its not for you. I wont be offended and I honestly wish you a great life. If everyone likes me, then Im not being controversial enough and trust me when I say that in this book I get controversial. Oh, dont worry; the humour that my fans seem to enjoy so much is still there, but right now the planets spinning in new and scary directions, and this needs to be addressed. So inside the covers of this book I take a look at some of the challenges were currently facing. And some of my opinions are going to rattle a few people. So is a comedy writer honestly the best one to challenge some of the perceptions were facing nowadays? Well, Ive always believed that if you can make people laugh then they tend to listen to what you say when youre serious. And my goal, my lifes ambition if you like, is to give direction to comedy, purpose to satire. So why the rabbit popping out of a tin of soup on the cover. Well Rabbit & Pork is Cockney rhyming slang for Talk, and on more than one occasion Ive been accused of rabbiting away excessively mostly at parties, and generally by my wife. But why a tin of soup? Well I tend to believe that everyone is born perfect. Nobody is born with an inherent capacity to hate. It has to be taught. All of our experiences family, school, work, the books we read, the newspapers we peruse, the music we listen to, our friends, our social life, the opinions of those around us, religion, sports we play or watch, those we love and those who love us, those we desire and those who desire us, those we travel with, our hopes and dreams and ambitions and achievements, our triumphs and disasters - go into a metaphorical cooking pot that we carry with us throughout our lives. All these ingredients make up our Soup of Life. Now, when making a soup, once youve added an ingredient, its forever blended in and you cant take it out again. You add a sprinkling of finely chopped garnish; cumin or oregano, and you can never take that ingredient out again. Never, ever, ever. So say at the age of six you add black pepper or rosemary or hatred or love or comedy, from then onwards itll always be part and parcel of your soup. And as you add more ingredients the recipe of your life evolves, and before you know it you cant taste the coriander or the love any more, but its still there at a deep subliminal level. Remember that. Some people may not add hatred until theyre in their twenties, and most of us never add it at all.


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⚡️Book Title : Nobody Asked Me, But ....
⚡Book Author : Karl Wiggins
⚡Page : 275 pages
⚡Published March 31st 2016 by Karl Wiggins

Nobody Asked Me, But ....

Apart from breaking two of my mates' noses (one in the ring and one chasing a 'runner') I used to be known for my stories. And they were all true. I'd come back from distant shores and speak of my adventures. So much so in fact that people used to say, "You should write a book." My diatribes in my blogs and newspaper columns are simply my way of spinning the balls, because sometimes I like to see what number they land on. Thats all. But although Im known mostly as a raconteur - and most of my books can be described as coming from the humourist vein in Nobody Asked Me I touch on some subjects that are surely going to upset a few people. Ive never quite understood the politically correct brigade. Hardly any subject is taboo to the Englishman when hes laughing. No longer simply a fad, blogging is now an important new literary innovation. This book is not a story, and if youre looking for a book that is all sweetness and light, please give this one a miss. Its not for you. I wont be offended and I honestly wish you a great life. If everyone likes me, then Im not being controversial enough and trust me when I say that in this book I get controversial. Oh, dont worry; the humour that my fans seem to enjoy so much is still there, but right now the planets spinning in new and scary directions, and this needs to be addressed. So inside the covers of this book I take a look at some of the challenges were currently facing. And some of my opinions are going to rattle a few people. So is a comedy writer honestly the best one to challenge some of the perceptions were facing nowadays? Well, Ive always believed that if you can make people laugh then they tend to listen to what you say when youre serious. And my goal, my lifes ambition if you like, is to give direction to comedy, purpose to satire. So why the rabbit popping out of a tin of soup on the cover. Well Rabbit & Pork is Cockney rhyming slang for Talk, and on more than one occasion Ive been accused of rabbiting away excessively mostly at parties, and generally by my wife. But why a tin of soup? Well I tend to believe that everyone is born perfect. Nobody is born with an inherent capacity to hate. It has to be taught. All of our experiences family, school, work, the books we read, the newspapers we peruse, the music we listen to, our friends, our social life, the opinions of those around us, religion, sports we play or watch, those we love and those who love us, those we desire and those who desire us, those we travel with, our hopes and dreams and ambitions and achievements, our triumphs and disasters - go into a metaphorical cooking pot that we carry with us throughout our lives. All these ingredients make up our Soup of Life. Now, when making a soup, once youve added an ingredient, its forever blended in and you cant take it out again. You add a sprinkling of finely chopped garnish; cumin or oregano, and you can never take that ingredient out again. Never, ever, ever. So say at the age of six you add black pepper or rosemary or hatred or love or comedy, from then onwards itll always be part and parcel of your soup. And as you add more ingredients the recipe of your life evolves, and before you know it you cant taste the coriander or the love any more, but its still there at a deep subliminal level. Remember that. Some people may not add hatred until theyre in their twenties, and most of us never add it at all.