#Blogival ~ Soho Honey by A.W.Rock #GuestPost @gilbster1000 @authorightUKPR

This is my second stop on the #Blogival trail for this year .. featuring Soho Honey .. I read and reviewed this book last year which you can read Here

This contemporary crime story takes place over three weeks in November and unfolds
against the multi-cultural backdrop of Soho, London. Branen had to leave the UK six years
before to escape his complex clandestine history and the consequences of a crime that
achieved worldwide notoriety. When his daughter is brutally murdered in Soho he believes
that he could be the reason. He returns to his old hunting grounds to find the killer. His
search brings him into conflict with the British Secret Service and Soho’s underworld. He is
forced to flee Soho again after a tragic meeting with his ex-wife. His past has caught up with
him and the hunter becomes the hunted. Now forty years old Branen wants to stop running
and to remove forever the continuing threat to his life. In an effort to get rid of his pursuers
he is faced with the prospect that his only chance of survival could lead to his death.

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About AW Rock

Based in London AW.Rock has been a regular on the Soho scene since the 1960’s working in
various sectors of the entertainment industry.

Guest Post

A Day in Branen’s Life 

The characters in Soho Honey ( www. sohohoney. com) exist in that multi-cultural village in the heart of London. The seasons pass them by and they don’t really care whether it is summer or winter.
Their lives are dedicated to hedonism and Soho is their manor.

Summer or winter a typical day for Branen, the protagonist, would start with a visit to a small gym in a basement in Chinatown, where he would work through an intensive twenty- minute aerobics session, followed by some weights and then a 30 minute Wing Chun session with Sifu Chen, which would include sticking-hands and dummy work. Then after a shower in his one room studio flat on the top floor of a building i n Gerrard Street he would cross Shaftesbury Avenue and up Dean Street to Costas Lounge for breakfast.
He would use his old friend Costas’ s phone number as his contact point should anyone need his help. And after checking if there were any messages for him he would have breakfast in the bar.

If there were messages he would return the calls and deal with them but if not he would chat to the bonviveur s who had also come for early – that is any time after 11a m – breakfast and a heart starter. If he hadn’t got any meetings that morning he would join them and read the paper and check out what films were on at the Curzon on Shaftsbury Avenue, do the cross word and sometimes, when Costas had finished cooking play backgammon with him.

In the early afternoon he would gravitate back down into Chinatown for a dim sum at one of his favourite restaurants.
Then back to Bar Italia for an espresso or two and a custard tart, the best in London.
Around 3pm he would catch the film at the Curzon and then in the early evening go back up to Costas to find out what was happening.
As a youth Ben, who later changed his name to Branen, used to visit Soho’ s jazz clubs including the Marquee club and Ronnie Scott’s and this was still something he looked forward to.

When he had had enough of the clubs he would visit one of the small unlicensed bars hidden in the alley ways, basements and first floor rooms of Soho, sometimes making friends for the night.
Supper could be at any one of the small restaurants in Soho but often his favourite would be to cross back over Shaftesbury Avenue into Chinatown to eat in one of the 24-hour dumpling restaurants. Branen loved Chinatown because of its differences – its social conventions, language and visual identity; wandering through it he could easily believe that he was in China.

Because of his clandestine past Branen has to exist in Soho without attracting attention to himself and to enable him to do so he only accepted cash jobs and when necessary would make a little extra looking after the door for Costas. Occasionally Costas would come across people with ‘ problems’ and if it was a job that Branen could help out on then Costas would pass it on.
One evening he met Busby Bob i n Sean’ s Bar, a first-floor dive that only opened when Sean was ‘ well-enough’ to perform. Busby Bob was the night-watchman at an advertising agency that occupied a large building in Greek Street.

Branen would tap on the street door and to avoid the CCTV cameras Bob would let him in a side door and up to the unoccupied pent house swimming pool . There Branen would complete a series of laps in the midnight blue pool under the stars or in the rain, it didn’t matter which.
What ever the season walking around Soho in the early hours after all the people had gone home, the feeling that something was about to happen was very strong. The dark alleyways had an ominous presence and could be intimidating to the stranger. But this is what Branen loved.

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