Tom Liston – opening chapters




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Tom Liston


Novel is dedicated to:

Ignaz Semmelweis (1818 – 1865)

and the NHS


England, 1855


The Arrival of Steam

         A steam engine pulls two carriages packed with passengers and the railway’s shareholders as it thunders through the Cotswold Hills. All are there to celebrate the ‘first run’ of the railway built and paid for by an enterprising public and shareholders.

         Inside a carriage a tall man stands to pass a drink to one of his fellow passengers. Suddenly outside of the carriage there is the sound of a large crowd screaming in horror.

        The steam engine flashes by; well wishers on a nearby hill watch in horror as the steam engine’s brakes screech, railway lines bend, a wheel rolls off the engine, one of the carriages sways off the rails, glass windows shatter, metal snaps.

Men, women and children who had gathered to see the first run of the train turn and flee for their lives.

         The train slides to a halt, steam floods through the carriage windows, passengers look terrified. Screams, sound of twisting metal and cries for help can be heard off and on the train.


        The steam engine now rests in its side. The man who had risen to pass a drink to a friend lies dead on the grass.

        The crowd who had gathered to celebrate the arrival of the steam train now scramble to help the injured and recover the dead.


South China Sea


HMS Hyacinth

        HMS Hyacinth cuts through a rolling sea. She is armed with sixteen 32-pounder carronades, the sails from the twin masted brig sloop billow as she catches a fresh wind.

In the distance flames and smoke rises from several Chinese villages as Hyacinth continues her service in the Second Opium War. She had a proud, efficient crew and an excellent surgeon the Captain liked to boast about.

Ten soldiers lie on the deck, some cry out in pain, a few are bleeding to death. Blood runs over Hyacinth’s main deck and seeps into the wood of the ship.

Mr. Christian, mid teens, blood stains cover his hands and arms as he gives first aid to the casualties on the deck. With some difficulty he carries a bucket of water as he scurries along the length of the ship’s deck; occasionally he stops to give water to weary, tired, dying men.

A soldier’s body wrapped in a white sail is lifted by four battle scarred sailors. They rest it on the top of the ships rail.

A Sailor steps forward to push a needle through the dead soldier’s nose which finishes the stitching of the sail. A short silence, a few words of a prayer, then the soldier’s body is slipped over the side of the ship. It hits the sea hard with large splash, then a silence. For a moment the body floats, the white sheet slips away from the dead soldier’s head revealing his face; hIs eyes are fixed on the cloudy sky. Then he slips quietly into the sea to join his comrades who had died earlier in the day.

Tom Liston

        A small cabin below Hyacinth’s deck. Neat, tidy, clothes near to the bed. A shirt hangs over a chair with trousers and shoes close by. Nothing is out of place.

Tom Liston sleeps but he is not at peace, he is restless, agitated, the dream of a railway accident sears through his mind.

‘No! No!…..’

Tom, full of sweat, wakes violently from his dream. He pushes himself onto his elbows, then sits up. Tom is mid thirties, a handsome man, clean shaven, he swivels around to sit on the edge of the bed. He looks like he needs another twelve hours of sleep; he contemplates the day ahead.

Someone starts to hammer on Tom’s cabin door, which then slowly opens.

A thick set black African man slowly enters, medium height, mid thirties, he looks like he would be useful in a fight. He steps into the room. Sees Tom on the edge of the bed, he quickly moves towards Tom.

Tom moans at him, ‘Francois.’

Francois is alert, bright, he looks like he has been awake for hours, he speaks with a French accent.

‘Get up! Get up!’ Francois puts on a bad English accent, ‘your services are required.’

‘How many?’ Tom asks.

‘Who knows?’ Francois shrugs his shoulders, ’there’s a rumour we’re going home!’

Cool Under Pressure

Tom is a tall man, cool under pressure, never flinches when they are under attack. His staff trust him, nothing is to too difficult when Tom gives an order.

They often joke that Tom would carry on working even if a cannonball dropped into the corner of the room.

      Tom hovers above an injured British Soldier who lies on an improvised operating table. Tom’s apron is splattered with blood. He sweats profusely as he fights to save the life of the soldier.

The ship suddenly lurches to one side. Tom and his assistants manage to stay on their feet, continue to work. Suddenly blood squirts from the soldier’s body toward Tom’s face, he sways to avoid being hit. The sailor’s body writhes in pain, then stops.

Tom grabs a wooden stethoscope, he listens to the sailor’s chest.

‘He’s gone! Over the side with him. Next!’ Tom strides across the blood-stained floor.

The soldier’s body is dragged off the operating table. Immediately the body is replaced by another injured soldier.

Tom slips his hands into a bucket of water, Mr. Christian watches Tom as he washes his hands thoroughly. Francois throws Tom a towel, he catches it.

‘I’ve never seen that before, Mr. Liston,’ says Christian.

‘Seen what?’

‘A doctor wash his hands.’

Tom smiles.
‘Tradition,’ Francois from across the room, a smile on his face, ‘Mr. Christian, it’s a French tradition.’

‘Hungarian’ smiles Tom as he examines the injured soldier who is half conscious, ‘not French.’

Francois mops blood from the floor, he comes to stand by Tom.

‘You still haven’t told me why, in the name of God, you wear odd socks?’

Christian laughs.

‘My mother’s tradition,’ he replies with a smile on his face. He turns to Christian.

‘Mr. Christian! Water, we’ll need more water!’

Christian grabs a bucket and runs from the room.

  A  blood covered soldier strapped down to the operating table. He sweats, moans. Tom examines the patient’s mangled leg, he leans over him to whisper in his ear.                   

‘Be brave, boy, be brave,’ Tom hesitates then slowly leans over the soldier, ‘I can’t save your leg.’

Tom nods to Francois who turns to a cupboard and pulls out a metal saw and a long sharp knife.

Tom takes the knife into his hand then moves towards the patient on the table.

‘Time me gentleman, time me!’

Tom quickly makes the first incision, he works at speed, confident, assured. God knows how many amputations he has performed on this tour of duty. All the days roll into one, has he been away from home for three months or one year….

  The previous patient from Tom’s operating table is now wrapped in a sail. Four crew members lift the body and drop it over the side of the ship. It drops with a deep and heavy splash into the sea.

The gulls circle above.


        HMS Hyacinth rises and falls through a rolling South China sea. Her route lit by a full moon.

Through the darkness a scream rings out from the ship.





        A stone memorial within a wide circle of stones. Three statures adorn the plinth: a man, woman and child. On the side of the plinth ten names, ten deaths remembered for a Railway accident.        

Mary Liston, smartly dressed, wears a hat, carries her gloves and a small bouquet of flowers. She is a  young woman, mid thirties.

She bows her head, closes her eyes. For a moment she drowns in a sea of emotions. A soft wind blows through the surrounding Laburnum trees.

Mary lifts her head, steps forward to lay her flowers against the plinth. She whispers a prayer, gently runs her fingers over two names on the plinth:

Robert Liston           Margaret Liston

        Mary turns, pauses for a second then walks away.


        A dilapidated warehouse masquerading as a school. A horse and cart are parked outside, a battered sign hangs by a thread on the side of the cart: “Piano Hire, Buy or Sell.”

A mother with her child run towards the school, she drags the boy through the front door.
A classroom door slowly opens and the boy creeps into the room and sits at his desk. He is the last to take his chair. The children are aged eight or nine. They sit at desks which are arranged in a semi circle.

In front of the children stands Mary, confident, independent, warm. She is a schoolteacher who has built her own school from local donations. She starts to move amongst the children who have slates to write on, a few have books. All the children could do with a decent set of clothes.

Mary sees her assistant Anne walk past the schoolroom door.

‘Anne, I disagree,’ shouts Mary, ‘our first principals are …’

Anne shouts back, ‘I disagree…’ She then enters the classroom with pencils, writing pads. As she comes through the door she trips up, drops the pencils, books onto the floor.

The children laugh. Mary helps Anne pick up the books.

‘Learning should begin with the child’s own experience, Anne. We should teach dance, singing…our first principle…’

Their discourse is interrupted by the sound of a large crash down the corridor, something heavy is being moved.

Anne steps back to the hallway to see:

two men pushing an upright piano on a trolley. She turns back to Mary.

‘Excuse me, Mary. I think our first principal is to save the piano.’
        Mary moves quickly to the door to see the school’s upright piano being removed from the school. She walks quickly down the corridor to rescue the instrument.

An ageing Mr. Duckett, the local piano tuner, and his young assistant push a trolley with an upright piano perched on the top. They are walk  towards the exit.

Mary walks quickly down the corridor to catch up with the men.

‘Mr. Duckett, wait! I thought we had it for another week?’

Mr. Duckett and his assistant stop. He looks at Mary.

‘Sorry Miss Mary, afraid we’ve have an offer.’

‘My brother can pay for it when he returns. How much?’

‘Seven and six a month,’ whispers Mr. Duckett.

‘How much to buy it?’

‘Twenty-three shillings.’

Mary hesitates.

Mr. Duckett nods to his assistant and they begin to push the piano out of the building.

Mary sighs, returns to the classroom.

Good News

A small teenage boy, Oliver, runs out of a shop, jumps on to a small buggy with a horse in harness. He speeds off.
        A man in his sixties rushes out of his shop, waves his fist at the departing buggy. He shouts!

‘Oi!’ he then smiles, ‘I want it back in an hour.’

Oliver drives the horse and buggy with skill, he speeds down the street.

After half a mile he is out of the town, he speeds past a disused railway station, half a mile further on he speeds towards Mary’s school.

Oliver approaches the school, he pulls up outside the front door, jumps off the buggy. He rushes past Mr. Duckett and his assistant as they struggle to get the piano onto their cart.

Oliver runs down the school corridor, finds Mary’s classroom and enters.

‘Mary,’ he catches his breath, ‘Miss Mary!’

Mary, a book in hand, quickly turns to face him.

‘What is it, Oliver?’

Oliver coughs, he can’t get his words out.

Mary moves closer to him to see if he needs help. He clears his throat.

‘Hyacinth, she’s back!’

Mary drops her book. Turns to Anne.

‘Go,’ shouts Anne, ‘go!’

‘ Oliver, this is not one of your tales?’

Oliver crosses his heart.

‘Hyacinth is home!’

Mary turns to Anne, ’the children?’

Anne grabs Mary by the arm, drags her towards the door, ‘just go, go!’

The children cheer.

Mary screams for joy; she runs out of the classroom with Oliver.


        Oliver drives the horse and buggy at speed away from the school. Mary hangs on for her life as he turns into the main road and narrowly misses running into a beer wagon.

‘Hey…’ shouts the drayman, as he swerves to get out of the way of Oliver.

Oliver and Mary speed on past open farm land, stables, isolated cottages,  a small church.

Oliver takes a short cut which takes them past a disused railway station. Mary glances at the station as they thunder down the road on the way to the docks.


        Several ships are tied up at the East India Docks; all available space is crowded with tea traders, porters and labourers who push sugar from the West Indies, timber from the North, tea and spices from the Far East.

Mothers, wives, lovers, brothers and children struggle through the traders as they make their way towards the dockside to meet their men who have returned from the Far East.

Oliver is unable to get close to the dockside. Mary can’t wait, she jumps off the buggy, runs toward the ships. Mary runs as if her life depends on it. Dogs bark, young boys with dirty faces call out to her as she runs past.

Oliver stops the buggy and scrambles after her. He runs through the crowd, he dodges past a drunk with a dog, crashes into a trader and his fish cart.

HMS Hyacinth tied up to the quayside. Men have already started to disembark. A noisy crowd cheers, waves, smiles and cries tears of Joy as soldier’s leave the ship. Lovers kiss, families hug, happy to see their men home.

On the deck of Hyacinth Tom and Francois pick up their bags, walk down the gang plank.

‘Thanks for taking care of me,’ murmurs Francois.

Tom smiles, ‘where should I send the bill?’

‘Any tavern in town…’

Tom laughs.

       Francois rummages in his pockets, pulls out a note, he hands it to Tom. It contains the address of a pub:

Lamb and Flag, Covent Garden

‘Come into town, anytime, we’ll talk about the good times….’

‘That will be a short conversation,‘ remarks Tom.

They both smile, shake hands.

Francois throws his bag over his shoulder, walks away. Tom looks around, he had expected to be met. He walks off.

In the distance Mary sees Tom, she shouts out: ‘Tom! Tom!’

      Tom looks up to see her, he smiles. Mary runs towards him. He catches her in his arms. They hug and kiss on the cheeks.

‘Thank God you are safe,’ she whispers.

A crew member from Hyacinth who Tom had treated for a minor wound runs up to him and grabs him by the arm.

‘Mr. Liston, thanks for your help, thank you, thank you’

Tom shakes his hand.

The crew member walks away, then turns, ‘if you ever need a favour, look me up…’

Oliver finally makes his way through the crowd. Tom sees him approach, he holds out a hand which Oliver firmly grasps.

‘Oliver, thank you for coming.’

The three of them walk away from the ship.

Mary puts her arm around Tom, ‘how long will you be home?’

‘A few months,’ he replies, ‘how is the school?’


‘I’m back at the hospital.’

‘Good, a safe, quiet life.’

‘Yes, safer than your school.’

Mary gently punches his shoulder. They walk arm in arm.

‘Have you managed to press gang more children?’

‘About a dozen, on a good day twenty.’                           

Mary looks at Oliver, ‘this one here is still thinking about it.’

Oliver smiles.

‘How was it?’ asks Mary

Tom hesitates, he lies, ’easy, not too many problems.’ 

‘No, really, how was it?’

‘Same as usual.’

Mary gives up on trying to get an honest answer. They walk away from the ship. Oliver runs ahead towards the buggy.

Mary looks at Tom with her best angry teacher’s face, ’Dr. Liston, you have my permission to take tomorrow off!’

‘And do what?’ he replies.

A woman and her small child run towards the ship to find their man.


A man hides in a narrow alleyway close to Christ Church, Spitalfields. He is mid fifties, a short man, large spectacles. He wears a hat and a well used overcoat which is one size too large for him.

Bingham wears the overcoat more by habit than it being a necessity. Down the street he sees Francois walking at pace towards the church. He steps out of the alleyway, shuffles towards Francois. They meet, shake hands.

        Francois and Bingham steadily turn and walk slowly back into the alleyway.


End of extract


Ron Taylor

Shoot and Edit Your Home Movies Like a Pro – free sample

Here is a free sample of ‘Shoot and Edit Your Home Movies Like a Pro’ – includes three video examples.

I have created this download as I think the sample created by Apple does not contain any video examples. Size of the file is

This sample is designed for use on an iPad. It will not work on a Kindle because Amazon will not support video.


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Video examples for: Wedding video – How to shoot documentary action – Shooting a Drama  – file size 18.5MB



Peter Parr – storyboards

Examples of good shots

How to shoot a Wedding – sample



Write Your Own Story

Idea – develop – create

WRITE YOUR STORY - new cover - draft 2

 Publishing date: 16th July, 2015

An eBook to inspire teachers, parents, grand-parents and siblings to help young children unlock their own story development skills, to enable them to ..

write their own stories…

children can become creators not just consumers.


 Action leads to conflict > Conflict is drama



  • Tom the Leaf Monster
  • Sarah and Her Dog
  • Dragon Boy
  • Story Structure
  • Ladybird Girl
  • Toby the Lion


From Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’ to J. K. Rowling’s ‘Harry Potter’ stories have been a part of everyday life.

Human beings like to hear stories, watch stories and tell stories.

The tools to write stories are within everyone, particularly children. All you need is an imagination and something to write with. Then woooosh….. off you go into a world created out of nothing. Created by you.

There are rules in storytelling but sometimes rules are there to be broken.

“A story should have a beginning, a middle and an end, but not necessarily in that order” ~ Jean-Luc Godard – film maker.

This is an eBook for parents and children. It has one main aim: to encourage children to develop and write their own stories.

The World can never have too many story tellers.

Illustrator: Paula Shapland ~ 

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Building a Tower

                 A compilation of local news stories which appeared between 1892-95, during the construction of the Blackpool Tower. The progress of the Tower is the main theme throughout the ebook, other stories reveal different aspects of Blackpool’s colourful life: ambitious, humorous, patriotic, bursting with pride and at times quite bizarre.


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  – iBooks


The Blackpool Tower was built in the hope of making a huge amount of money and cost £235,235. Although at the time there was no guarantee that a good profit would be made in Blackpool, the men responsible for driving forward the idea knew that the Eiffel Tower in Paris had made a considerable amount of money in a very short time. Within three years of opening the Eiffel Tower, which had cost £200,400, a prof- it of over £80,000 had been made.

The Blackpool Tower was referred to as the’Eiffel Tower’ during construction, and it was not until 1894, at a banquet held in the Imperial Hotel, that the name was changed to the Blackpool Tower.

The stories are not restricted to the construction of the Tower and overall give a picture of what it was like to live in Blackpool at the end of the last century.

Blackpool was indeed an exciting place: brave construction workers, almost the birthplace for the invention of the aeroplane, arguments over Sunday Opening, ‘the orange-peel brigade’, and at times, fraudulent businessmen. ‘Company Robbery at Douglas’, shows why the proposed Tower for the Isle of Man was never built. To appreciate just how much of a financial scandal this was at the time; a house in Blackpool would have cost between £300-£400.

The articles in this book are taken from editions of the Blackpool Gazette and News, covering the years between 1892-95, and appear in chrono- logical order.

I am grateful to all the staff at the Reference Library in Queen Street, Blackpool, for their help in the research of this book and to Richard Cat- low, Editor of the Blackpool Evening Gazette, for his assistance in the publication.

Good luck to everyone who will attend the next celebrations in the year 2044.













The poor Eiffel Tower has fallen into deep disgrace in Paris. Only a year ago, and the Parisians still regarded it with pride, and took their pleasure and their meals on its summit. To-day M. Eiffel is en penitence, and his Tower also. Suicides have hurled themselves from the top, and the fickle Parisian clamours for its removal as a hideous blot on the landscape and a temptation to the miserable. We hope the same may never be said of the Blackpool Tower.
28th April 1893

Other stories include…

What was the Council doing with ferrets on the Promenade?
Would the Tower bring more rain to the resort?
Why was the Blackpool Tower Company taken to court?
Flirting in the Lift,
Kisses and Kissing
Whatever Happened to Lucy Dewhirst?

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Shooting drama ~ overlapping action


Shoot and Edit Your Home Movies like a Pro (eBook with video examples + storyboards)



Shooting drama ~ overlapping action

Nothing makes the blood pressure of a film editor fly      off the scale more than directors who do not ‘overlap’ the action. It is essential for any film maker who wants to  make their film appear seamless.

Americans in England -extract -screen test

This extract is taken from a script ‘Americans in England’.  In this scene Mary arrives for a meeting to confront Tony about information he may have regarding what happened to her father.

Here is the first shot for the sequence


Here is a reverse angle of the car approaching


Those two shots are all we need to set up the scene. Notice how on the first shot we let Mary stop the car, open the door and then walk to Tony before we ‘cut’.

On the second shot we repeat the whole action of Mary driving into the yard. Again we let her get out of the car and walk to Tony and start the dialogue.This is called ‘overlapping the action’.

If we had cut the camera with Mary not getting out of the car it would have made for a very static edit. As you will see in the edit below it allowed us to have a smooth cut on her move as she gets out of the vehicle. In the videos below you can see two ways of cutting the same shots.

1 – the ‘action cut’ is when Mary steps out of the car


2 – the action cut is on the moving car


Both edits work. It is down to personal choice as to which you prefer.

Which cut you use would depend on what happened in the previous scene, whether you are cutting off a moving shot, close/wide shot or a tracking shot.


Credits: Mary – Billie Bacall Tony – Glen Conroy Director of Photography – Paul Bernard


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THE OLD MANOR HOUSE – by Charlotte Turner Smith (1749 – 1806) eBook

The Old Manor House was first published in 1793.

A young man, who is to inherit the local Manor House from a childless old lady risks losing everything when he falls in love with one of the servants.

England, 1776n

A young man Orlando (21) has been brought up all his life to expect that he will one day inherit the local Manor House. Mrs. Rayland, the owner of the house, has made a ‘will’ which she hides inside the family chapel.

Orlando falls in love with Monimia (18) one of the servants at Rayland Hall. However he has to keep his relationship secret from Mrs. Rayland otherwise she will cut him out of the ‘will’ and throw Monimia out onto the street.

Orlando’s father also fears that Mrs. Rayland will take away the inheritance and risk the future of his family if she learns of the relationship. He decides to get Orlando away from Monimia and arranges for an army commission to be bought for his son.

Orlando’s father is told his son will be assigned to a recruiting party and only serve in England. Unfortunately, the Revolutionary War in America turns against the British and Orlando is sent overseas.

The Old Manor House by Charlotte Turner Smith – iBookstore


Video interview with Professor Jacqueline Labbe about Charlotte Turner Smith:

Part One

Part Two and Part Three – can be viewed inside the eBook.

The Old Manor House by Charlotte Turner Smith – iBookstore



Making a Book Trailer

                                                  Still photo from ‘Barcode’ – a test shoot 

With the rapid growth of self-published authors and small publishing companies there is also an increase in the production of film/video trailers for books. The few which I have viewed are not very good. Here is a short guide to help them create a better film.

Keep your idea simple

Even the trailers made by large publishing companies do not always pass a decent level of film competence. It is better not to have a trailer than to have a bad one. A bad trailer might suggest that your book is not very good or badly written.

Keep your film idea simple. Do not think you can encompass your whole novel into a two minute trailer. Concentrate on the main dramatic scene or be subtle and just hint at what your story is about.

Here are a few suggestions, mainly aimed at the self-pub author who would like a trailer.

Most movie trailers are less than a minute but you could stretch your trailer to two minutes.

You need someone to make your trailer

Unless you have a large bank account and want to hire professional film makers I would suggest you contact your local film school and find your director and crew there. You will find someone who would love to work on a short film with you.


If you think you need actors contact your local drama school/college. You will find eager actors/actresses looking to be given a chance to show off their talent. There is also a web site called STAR NOW (which is worldwide) where you will find professional and amateur actors, all of them are looking for work. Some of them will work for free if you pay for their travelling expenses. Check out that site for more details.

If you know anyone who works for a Casting Agency contact them and see if they can get someone on board your film.

Bad actors can sink your book trailer so avoid them. It is better to write a ‘voice over’ script and have someone read it; then edit that voice with images which best ‘sell’ your book.


Think about using original music with your film. Contact a local classical composer or rock band.


Before you start to shoot create a short storyboard. It does not have to be a work of art. Matchstick men drawings will be good enough. It simply has to convey what you expect to see in each shot. It is more productive to spend two hours at home or in the pub with your director creating a storyboard than wasting time on location wondering what you are going to shoot next.


Keep your trailer down to about two mins. Leave your audience wanting more.

Author Film Interview

The alternative to filming a short drama is to film an interview with yourself.
Again contact local filmmakers to make it for you.

I would say that 10 minutes is long enough for an author interview if you are dealing with only one title.

How do you sell a 300 – 500 page novel in two minutes?

Using three examples from recent feature films – if you were making a trailer for the following films what would you feature?


Macbeth with the witches

Macbeth with Lady Macbeth, a knife in her hand

Macbeth confronted by Macduff


A Roman Soldier brave and victorious in battle

The same Soldier now incarcerated

The Soldier, now a Gladiator, enters an arena


A couple meet on the ship’s deck

A world of elegance contrasted with below decks squalor

A night sky with few stars, the ship at sea ……

You never show what happens in the third act. Better to leave your audience guessing.

The French film industry

Sometimes when they make their trailers for the American market,  they tend to make them with no dialogue, to sell their films using only visuals. That is not a bad way to approach your book trailers.

Less is more. Good luck.


Ron Taylor (ex BBC)

Storyboard drawing: Peter Parr