An ordinary horse with a very ordinary and really quite boring little life... until a rock band called The Tumbling Pebbles come to town. As the music pounds across the hills, Hendrix discovers he has an ear for music! And then he comes across the band's guitar - it flies out the window of the van as the musicians leave the sleepy village - and Hendrix knows there is no looking back. He decides to put on a concert of his own. He ties a pair of pants round his head. Socks round his wrists. He is Hendrix the Rocking Horse!
Hayley the Horse is a beauty!Her sleek tail was glossy, her black mane perfection. Her coat shone so bright you could see your reflection. And when she gets a haircut . . . she is proud to see her locks used to make fine paintbrushes and bows for violins. But when the famous violinist La Rue comes to town and spots Hayley, he hatches a plan to steal her whole tail.So Hayley has to be strong - this horse couldn't fail. There was no way on earth he was taking her tail!She is going to put on a performance that the Queen will never forget! A laugh-out-loud horsey fable from our favourite Welsh policeman!
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Colin was a cart horse, Hay his favourite treat, It was ever so soft and incredibly sweet, But the day he branched out and broadened his diet... Why, who could have guessed it would trigger a riot? Gavin Puckett, Welsh comic extraordinaire, brings us another wonderful tale of rhyming fun and nonsense, in the very best tradition of Edward Lear and Hilaire Belloc.
Poppy was fit, strong and healthy - her parent's delight. But for reasons unknown she was born without sight. But lucky for you lot, she had an amazing sense of smell. So she's recruited by the police force to solve the toughest crimes by nose . . .
First published in 1987, New York Times bestseller, I’m With The Band has been reprinted throughout the years, all over the world. This is the stylish, exuberant and sweetly innocent tale of one of the most famous groupies of the 1960s and 70s. Beginning with Pamela Des Barres’ early obsession with Elvis, her own Beatlemania madness, and her fierce determination to meet the musicians who rocked her world, I’m With The Band illuminates the glory days of scintillating encounters with musical gods including Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Mick Jagger and Keith Moon. A girl just wanting to have fun, Des Barres immersed herself in the drugs, danger and ecstasy of the freewheeling 1960s. As a member of The GTOs (Girls Together Outrageously), an all-female group masterminded by Frank Zappa, Des Barres was in the thick of the most revolutionary renaissance in the history of modern popular music. She travelled with Led Zeppelin; lived in sin with Don Johnson; turned down a date with Elvis Presley; and was close friends with Robert Plant, Gram Parsons and Ray Davies. She had affairs with Mick Jagger, Jimmy Page, Keith Moon, Waylon Jennings, Chris Hillman, Noel Redding, and Jim Morrison, among others. A woman in possession of her own destiny, Des Barres blazed a trail for women’s life-writing, standing up for female voices and experience everywhere. From original diaries, told with great warmth, chutzpah and joie de vivre, this is a frank memoir that wears its heart on its sleeve, and recalls one of rock ’n’ roll’s most thrilling eras. This edition contains new material from the author, including her response to the vitriolic shaming of groupies, and a foreword by Roisin O’Connor, rock journalist and music correspondent for the Independent.
