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The Who: Quadrophenia (180g). 2 LP. A1. I Am The Sea, A2. The Real Me, A3. Quadrophenia, A4. Cut My Hair, A4. The Punk And The Godfather, B1. I'm One, B2. The Dirty Jobs, B3. Helpless Dancer, B4. Is It In My Head, B5. I've Had Enough, C1.5:15, C2. Sea And Sand, C3. Drowned, C4. Bell Boy, D1. Doctor Jimmy, D2. The Rock, D3. Love, Reign O'er Me

The Who - Quadrophenia - Vinil 180 gram. 2 LP. A1 I Am The Sea - 2:09, A2 The Real Me - 3:21, A3 Quadrophenia - 6:13, A4 Cut My Hair - 3:44, A5 The Punk And The Godfather - 5:11, B1 I'm One - 2:38, B2 The Dirty Jobs - 4:29, B3 Helpless Dancer - 2:34, B4 Is It In My Head? - 3:43, B5 I've Had Enough - 6:14, C1 5:15 - 4:59, C2 Sea And Sand - 5:01, C3 Drowned - 5:27, C4 Bell Boy - 4:55, D1 Doctor Jimmy - 8:36, D2 The Rock - 6:37, D3 Love, Reign O'er Me - 5:48

Lose yourself in an epic naval journey in this Booker Prize-winning novel: the first in the acclaimed Sea Trilogy by the author of Lord of the Flies. I grow a little crazy, I think, like all men at sea who live too close to each other and too close thereby to all that is monstrous under the sun and moon . . . Edmund Talbot is sailing to Australia in the early nineteenth century. In his journal, he records mounting tensions aboard the ancient, stinking warship, as officers, sailors, soldiers and emigrants jostle in the cramped darkness below decks. But when something happens to Reverend Colley that brings him into a 'hell of self-degradation', it seems that shame is a force deadlier than the sea itself . . .

‘Who am I…? WHO AM I?’ It's December 1999, and strange things are happening as the new millennium nears. A British police box appears from nowhere in San Francisco’s Chinatown and the mysterious man inside it is shot down in the street. Despite the best efforts of Dr Grace Holloway, the man dies and another stranger appears, claiming to be the same person in a different body: a wanderer in time and space known only as the Doctor. But the Doctor is not the only alien in San Francisco. His deadly adversary the Master is murdering his way through the city and has taken control of the TARDIS. The Master is desperate to take the Doctor’s newly regenerated body for himself, and if the Doctor does not capitulate, it will literally cost him the Earth… and every last life on it.

'What if I told him I am not the hero he thinks I am...?' Maimed and disfigured whilst fighting in the World War Two, young Francis Cassavant is returning to his hometown as a hero. But one who must hide both his face and his identity. For his past holds a bitter secret, one which he has vowed to revenge and which he can resolve only through his final, desperate plan: to destroy the man who betrayed him as a boy. Left without a face or a future, but sustained by his deep sense of shame, Francis watches. He thinks of the gun in his duffel bag and waits, alone, for the return of another supposed hero.

Meet Rory Branagan - he eats bad guys for breakfast. Well, not actually. But he IS the best detective in town. Second in a hilarious illustrated comedy-crime book series for kids. Hello. I am Rory Branagan. I am actually a detective. One day, I will be the biggest detective in the world! And I will find out what happened to my Dad… But today, a crime has been committed on my OWN road. Someone is stealing dogs! What if they try to take Wilkins Welkin - my best friend who is also a sausage dog? I need to find these stinking baddies and I need to stop them! And that, friends, is what Rory does, with the help of his Accomplice, Cassidy, in a boomtastic adventure involving dogs, cats, a wheelie bin chariot, a brave and daring rescue and Mrs Welkin, who fights crime in quite a surprising way. (Just you wait! Just you wait!) There are seven books in the Rory Branagan (detective) series and this is the second. Perfect for readers aged 8 and up.

My name is Budo. I have been alive for 5 years. 5 years is a very long time for someone like me to be alive. Max gave me my name. Max is 8 years old. He is the only human person who can see me. I know what Max knows, and some things he doesn't. I know that Max is in danger. And I know that I am the only one who can save him.

'I am a deceased writer not in the sense of one who has written and is now deceased, but in the sense of one who has died and is now writing'. So begins the posthumous memoir of Braz Cubas, a wealthy nineteenth-century Brazilian. While the grave may have given Cubas the distance to examine his rather undistinguished life, it has certainly not dampened his sense of humour. Epitaph of a Small Winner is one of the wittiest self-portraits in literary history.

In darkness, I count my blessings like Manman taught me. One: I am alive. Two: there is no two. In the aftermath of the Haitian earthquake, a boy is trapped beneath the rubble of a ruined hospital, thirsty, terrified and alone. Shorty is a child of the slums, a teenage boy who has seen enough violence to last a lifetime, and who has been inexorably drawn into the world of the gangsters who rule Site Soley; men who dole out money with one hand and death with the other. But Shorty has a secret: a flame of revenge that blazes inside him and a burning wish to find the twin sister he lost seven years ago . . .

Yes I Am Fabulous by Cacharel is an oriental vanilla fragrance for women. Top note is blackberry, middle note is heliotrope, base notes are milk and hazelnut. Yes I Am Fabulous was launched in 2020. The nose behind this fragrance is Honorine Blanc. Yes I Am Fabulous Eau De Parfum challenges to wear the most feminine side and invites the sharing of the power of women! The affirmation of sensuality with the notes of blackberry and jasmine sambac with a bold touch of pink pepper and ginger flower. A fragrance for those who dare to be powerful!

Given the importance of what they do, and the controversies that often surround them, and the violent people they sometimes confront, it is remarkable that in the history of the USA only four active federal judges have been murdered. Judge Raymond Fawcett just became number five. His body was found in the small basement of a lakeside cabin he had built himself and frequently used on weekends. When he did not show up for a trial on Monday morning, his law clerks panicked, called the FBI, and in due course the agents found the crime scene. There was no forced entry, no struggle, just two dead bodies - Judge Fawcett and his young secretary. I did not know Judge Fawcett, but I know who killed him, and why. I am a lawyer, and I am in prison. It's a long story.

Given the importance of what they do, and the controversies that often surround them, and the violent people they sometimes confront, it is remarkable that in the history of the USA only four active federal judges have been murdered. Judge Raymond Fawcett just became number five. His body was found in the small basement of a lakeside cabin he had built himself and frequently used on weekends. When he did not show up for a trial on Monday morning, his law clerks panicked, called the FBI, and in due course the agents found the crime scene. There was no forced entry, no struggle, just two dead bodies - Judge Fawcett and his young secretary. I did not know Judge Fawcett, but I know who killed him, and why. I am a lawyer, and I am in prison. It's a long story.

Hello! I am Little Fish, swimming in the sea. I love my mummy very much, and Mummy Fish loves me. Join Little Fish and Mummy for a special day together! This heart-warming story follows Little Fish and Mummy on a rhyming adventure under the sea: swimming, blowing big bubbles and saying hello to all their fishy friends. Little ones will love this sturdy fish-shaped book that's all about the special bond between a mother and child.

Alfred held the telegram under the lamp and started reading: "Dracula Village 10th November, 1895. Will always remember my visit to England and particularly meeting you and your remarkable friend who knows so much about bats. I have bad news. I am dying and badly in need of your help. I wish to clear the Dracula name before I leave this world. Please come quickly". . .

Alfred held the telegram under the lamp and started reading: "Dracula Village 10th November, 1895. Will always remember my visit to England and particularly meeting you and your remarkable friend who knows so much about bats. I have bad news. I am dying and badly in need of your help. I wish to clear the Dracula name before I leave this world. Please come quickly". . .