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May 1, 09. Now officially released, you can get signed copies for my new killer novel, THE WORM THAT FLIES IN THE NIGHT - A Diary of Incestuous Love and Serial Murder, is available now in all it's crimson soaked gory from, 'www.mulberrytreebooks.co.uk' and get this Space outs, they are offering FREE P&P to anywhere the world, so all you Innuits up't north, drop blubber line and get on-line, and get the new killer, it will see you through the winter! You highly learned folk will know that the title is taken from William Blake's poem 'The Sick Rose'which I feel catches the sing-a-long feel of the book brilliantly.

Having stayed with it so far you are now permitted to take quick look at www.mulberrytreebooks.co.uk , but not for too long or else you'll lose the gist. So return to Ron (that's me), Author, Psychologist, general dogsbody and shit-upon.
First Novel - THE LAST VIKING : The untold story of the World's Greatest Heist. (Sometimes called The Great Brummie and Guernsey Raid)
(AND quite coincidentally, the World's greatest heist novel EVER!!!!And don't doubt it Eye-wipes or it's Good-Byeeeeee to you, and you means you,...or your mate if he's smaller than you!)
So go now (but then come back)TO....da da Dee Daaaaa..... =Click
Click www.thelastviking.co.uk
......OK,OK,OK, enough!
The Last Viking site will tell you all you need to know about how to get your hands on this monster,(and no bull shiting here, check out some of the feedback on site from MySpacers!) this inevitable gold-linked investment item of the future (Please Note carefully, all buyers, with the exception of Pension Trust Investment Managers,(and I will check!) are limited to no more than ten copies per person, no matter how much they cry, plead protest and threaten, usually in that order. I will only be intimidated by money!). And get an eyeful of my extra-special deal all you MySpacers, great and small, can get from those Mulberry Tree Folk. Incidentally me Mom sez it's a great offer!
There's more, 'cos exactly one year after the official publication of the monster and the day the second edition was released, a film option contract signed with Infinite Wisdom Productions(How lucky can you be when the dates just happen to fall like that?). Michael Ford (not the copper)is the producer and the script by award winner Simon Bovey!For more See
www.iwisdom.co.uk/News/News.htm#Viking

www.filmbirmingham.co.uk

Second Novel now availble to people in the know like your goodself,'The Worm that flies in the Night', is a sort of sing-a-long Mama Mia tale of a serial rapist and killer obsesed with the Oedipus myth who stalks the streets of a city in search of his prey. A dark thriller with a hint of Hi Dee Hi salad cream!
Kiddywinkies Book. Yep, is there no end to this bastard's whatever? My kid's book, The Amazing Adventures of Scary Bones the Skeleton', is also available from those lovely people at Mulberry.

Now me. I was born in Birmingham’s Dudley Road Hospital in 1940, a good year to be born,as the Gerry bombing used to obliterate the noise of my crying and screaming so I learnt very quickly that crying don't mend the hole in the bucket. Me Dad (unknown, see I've already told you I'm a bastard)had already done a runner which probably inspired my mom to follow suit while I was still dangling upside down in the iron grip of a wet nurse intent on slapping me bare arse (those were the days!). Anyway, just as I was beginning to think that I might become the central character in a Charles Dicken's novel (or at least in a come-all Dickins),I was adopted at the age of two by a canal boatman and his wife who brought me up on the great Kingstanding Chav Council estate(any cat with a tail was a tourist!). We were skint (the Red Cross used to send our resident rats food parcels)so to earn a crust I used to fetch coal in a pram (baby removed or replaced in line Government Health and Safety Regs) and scubbing out dog kennels (this latter work tought me that the old saying 'Where's there's muck there's brass' is total bullshite, I was up to me elbows in dog-shite ((which qualifies as 'muck par excellance')) and never got any real brass from it). When I left school I worked as a butcher’s boy, which taught me all I needed to know about blood, knives and dead flesh in readiness for a brilliant career as a Satanist but it was not to be because I failed a particularly disgusting part of the interview, (that Bastard Satan makes Alan Sugar look like a Cindy doll when it comes to interviews, why is shagging a goat so important to him?)(for US readers, Alan is the UKs answer to Donald Trump and did you know that the word 'Trump' is UK schoolboy lingo for 'fart'?) and so for the next nine years I had a succession of short-lived jobs (if they'd been long-lived there couldn't have been a succession, think about it), ranging from building site labourer, window cleaner (come back George Formby), soft-drinks delivery-man, power-press operator and door-to-door salesman. A serious bump on me motor-bike (and on me head, the M/B recovered quite quickly) led me to train as a teacher of maladjusted children (what great kids, it wasn't them that was maladjusted, it was the bloody system!).
From now on my life appears to be a lot more boring than it actually was 'cos, apart from the regular drilling, I always had something going on alongside the so-called conventional mainstream, eg I built and cruised a narrow boat (a real good looking traditional bugger not a steel update on a plastic pig, probably still out there somewhere, it was called the Phoenix); renovated houses; wrote comedy, got some on the News Huddlines; wrote and promoted local stage shows; did a bit of painting; invented things including a game which was take up by a big company,and then dropped! and so on) Through part-time study I got the degrees of BA.,(God Bless the OU) M.Sc., and PhD.,(let's hear it for Aston!) became a Research and Chartered Psychologist, and an Associate Fellow of the British Psychological Society. This now meant that I could cure myself of insanity but it spoilt my enjoyment of the Theatre as I spent most of my time watching the audience. I was Principal Lecturer for post-graduate awards and Head of Special Needs and Habilitation Dept for nearly ten years in what is now the University of Winchester. I have too many academic and research based publications, many focused upon behavioural and emotional difficulties (what a surprise!) to count. My Teacher Information Pack (Tips), published by Macmillan Education, tackled the whole range of Special Educational Needs, and was described in a psychological Journal review as an ‘Opus Magnum’ (two words destined to become the name for a very popular ice cream). I was the originator, author and co-developer of the Baby Progress Guides, a pack of materials designed to help parents assess their baby’s development, still the best thing ever in this area and I need somebody to kick-start it again, so if you want to make a fortune, mail me). I had a regular column, The Dawson File, in Special Children magazine.
BUT NOW, with all that 'don't make a wave' stuff behind me, I've written not one but two novels!......da da dee daaaaaaaa........The Last Viking.....(what a winner!)
AND..... a second... ‘The Worm that Flies in the Night'. The story is told from the psychological perspective (ie inside the nutty bastard's head) of a serial rapist and killer who is obsessed by the Oedipus myth........... So, back to
THE LAST VIKING,.....Yeah Man, Rock on Tommy, Shit my pants, Lick my lolly, Rah, rah,rah....
This is the splurge on the back cover:
An exciting new novel by Ron Dawson At the cost of his own life, Ronnie Wheeler, the last surviving member of the Aston Villains, a Birmingham gangster mob, tells the inside story of the world’s greatest robbery. Telling of sea crossings in the dead of night in DUKW amphibious vehicles, the explosive, and often riotous, destruction of Guernsey’s links with the outside world, the savage capture of its police force, barbaric shootings, horrific torture and deaths, high stake gambles, treachery, revenge, inter-gang rivalries, the unremitting merciless powers of Her Majesty’s Secret Services, Nazi money laundering, impetuous and divisive sex, this is a fast moving story with unexpected twists and turns and a dramatic finalé. But why was news of this massive and violent raid murderously and mercilessly suppressed by the British establishment? Why did some of the gang walk free while others had to die? And just what was Ronnie Wheeler's final deal, and why did he also have to die?
‘An accurate and enjoyable insight into criminal behaviour and the world of crime…. Told in the authentic voice of an unrepentant criminal, this book tells it as it really is!’...... Mike Ford, Detective Sergeant (Retired), Crime Squad
A gripping blow by blow, behind the scenes, account of the heist of the century! The criminal mind at its best!......Dr Roger Merry, Psychologist.
‘An audacious robbery...An exciting adventure story...Refreshing realism...Consistently entertaining’..........Reviewer, Tindal Street Press.
NOW SEE FEEDBACK FROM SOME MYSPACERS ON THE VIKING SITE.
THE LAST VIKING (ISBN 141208683-3). NB. The Last Viking contains STRONG LANGUAGE and scenes of VIOLENCE and is NOT recommended FOR GIRLIES, WETLEGS and VICARS.
Now to... Da da dee daaaaaa....... my second novel, a more poetic little comedy number I called, yes you guessed it
'The Worm that Flies in the Night'.
Grab yopurself a handful of details from Mulberry Tree and get yourself and your mom a copy.