Fallet is a Swedish term for unsolved.
The concept behind this comedy series from Sweden is that two failed police officers, one a Swede and the other from the UK get given a final chance to save their careers by solving the murder of a British citizen in Sweden.
For this to succeed the humor needs to be understood by the viewers, and half-way through episode 1 of the series, I think most British viewers would be scratching their heads.
The female (Swedish) officer is in pursuit of Olof Palme's killer and accidentally shoots him in the head instead of the leg. At this point, I would estimate that about 90% of the British viewers will be saying who is Olof Palme, and why is there such a fuss over killing his killer?
The reason I was watching the series is that I enjoyed watching actress Stina Rautelin, who is the lady in the lady overcoat.
Even if you are interested in unsolved murders, you may well not recall the name of Olof Palme. I only know who he was because I was researching another series from Sweden about him. Mr. Palme was the Swedish PM who in 1986 got assassinated, to this day, his killer has not been found.
The situation is the same as in two Italian series I was watching. In Young Montalbano, the leading man is on his way to meet his fiance when there is an explosion that kills Giovanni Falcone, an anti-mafia judge.
In Romanza Criminale, the gang gets involved in the Bologna train station explosion, again, unless you were researching the importance of these incidents would pass you.
A fellow Peacock Writer.
My friend, Paula Shene, hopes to reopen her blog next month - paulandpaulasplace.blogspot.com/2012/01/alan-place-is-here-today-january-14th.html?showComment=1349609311669#c8741350828205197379 - after being offline for months with setbacks.
Paula is the lady who asked me to join the Peacock Writers several years ago when we were on the site Bookrix. The Peacocks are a group of friends in the USA and the UK who write stories for children's charities. As these books are for charity, none of the writers/ designers/ publishers will earn a dime for their work.
Paula is one of the most fervent supporters of my writing abilities. She continually reminds me of how good I am when I don't believe in my value; that happens a lot.
This week in Bristol, Extinction Rebellion have been protesting, and these protests are causing a massive financial strain on the city's infrastructure.
So far, it has cost the Police over £350,000 to Police the protests. The force has had to get extra men from outside the city to bolster their strength www.bristolpost.co.uk/news/bristol-news/police-vans-were-seen-queen-3106893 as motorists get angry at the mass of diversions caused by roadblocks.
Two nights ago the Premier Inn at Cribbs Causeway had a fire www.bristolpost.co.uk/news/bristol-news/businesses-closed-smoke-around-premier-3106942, owing to the size of the building it is a three-engine minimum to fight any fire. Owing to the demonstrators, only one engine made it to the fire.
By the time the other engines could get to the scene of the blaze it took several engines and three ladders to attempt to contain the blaze. In the end, the fire chief called off the fight inside as being too dangerous for his men.
The building is still smoldering with pockets of fire arising on every floor after three days. I dread to think of the cost of the fire to Premier Inn, not to mention the knock-on effect. There is the International Yacht Festival this week in the docks, and the balloon fiesta next month.
Spheroid www.amazon.com/dp/B009M82G5S is my Extinction Rebellion short story. I wrote this story several years ago, after reading an article in the Scientific American about a sizeable metallic ball three times the size of the Earth in outer space.
My Magnum Opus
This week, I brought out my only book www.amazon.com/dp/1521768552, what makes this version a Special Edition?
This edition contains not only the original story "A Homecoming," and its sequel "The Reunion," but it has an exclusive afterword.
The 200 page book took me two years to complete, and it is yours for the price of a cup of coffee ($9).
Why is this my Magnum Opus (Final book)?
Nothing of mine has sold in the last three years, so I am not writing after this book as I do not expect my modern romance that is set in Israel to sell.
My final post.
The time has come for me to leave Weebly; this week I was due to pay for the renewal of my use of the blog, but as I am living on money from a charity I am forced to make more cutbacks, and paying for the use of this blog is a luxury I can no longer afford. It only costs nine dollars a month, but that is more than I earned last year selling my e-books; if you wish to read what I am writing, you can read my blog on Google hereiamattheedge.blogspot.com/.
Another battle to win against my genetics.
I may appear blase' that I have cancer but that is my defense system, deep down I am concerned about the news.
There are two schools of thought on my situation, the popular opinion is to have the cancer removed in case it flares up. My view is I would rather not poke the beast as apparently from the established patterns of growth shown online, I have had the cancer for four years, and it has caused me little, if any pain.
I hope I have the strength to fight another battle with my genetics, a battle I have fought for two decades until last year, when I had to admit I am disabled.
Nothing new for me to read.
This month, as for most of my time with Draft2Digital, Draft2Digital has outsold Amazon.
This statement is not to say that I am doing well on D2D, but that I am doing atrocious on Amazon. My bestseller on Amazon has sold on average three copies a year; this is because twice, "Did we see him?" sold several books in one day. Without those sales my bestselling e-book would have only sold on average one and a half copies a year over the decade I have been selling on Amazon.
Gmail has been breached.
They keep coming, young girls, young enough to be my daughter keep trying to scam me.
Some men may be arrogant/stupid enough to believe that a young lady in her 30's could be after a date, not me, long ago I sussed them out and now I play along for fun; they don't realize they are being played until I hook them.
Twenty years ago, I may have considered them but not now.
I had one who thought that as she was young, colored and had large breasts I had to like her.
She could not have been further off the mark, as I like firm breasts, but not huge ones.
Gmail is now the main focus for the scam artists, I am not surprised as the protection on tGoogle is so bad even writers like J.K. Rowling get pirated.
We need Brexit desperately.
We need Brexit so we can pay English doctors to work in our hospitals. I have gone from been seen by an Asian heart "specialist," to have an appointment to see a "specialist" who comes from Cairo. What next, a witch doctor with juju beads?
I think I'd rather have cancer than follow where this path is going.
A Writers Life
In my decade as a writer, there have been some ups, such as Chronicles of Mark Johnson winning an award, and the success of my Forgestriker series. But there have been far more errors of judgment, not the least was joining the German site Bookrix, which to this day is why I think Chronicles never sold after winning the award seven years ago.
While I was in Bookrix, I was involved in several running disputes with some of the other writers, mainly because I became popular though I never sought the popularity they did. It was one of these people who trashed my award-winner online, I cannot prove she did the damage, but in my mind, the proof is there because she later leads an online cyber-bullying campaign aimed at me; to the extent, I was forced to leave the site.
Another aspect of being on the site was I got asked to join an anthology of writers who were writing for a children's charity book, while writing for the publications was not an error; putting the book links on my Amazon page was a grave error as the non-sales of these books drags my ratings down to this day.
A result of winning the award several people who I used to chat to in the US stopped talking to me. I think their reaction was because I won the prize even though I never took any courses in writing, or went to a college, and that made them annoyed as they're always telling me how good they were.
Surpassing those errors is the one I made two years ago when I bought a book cover, I don't think I will see enough sales for me to recoup the outlay for the cover of A Homecoming.