The world spins faster than ever before. The digital age has swept through our lives, changing the way we communicate, consume news, and connect with each other. In this whirlwind of change, it's easy to feel lost, adrift in a sea of information overload. But amidst the digital deluge, there's a yearning for something real, something tangible, something that reminds us of who we are and where we come from. Enter Stan, a seasoned journalist who finds himself grappling with the decline of print media. He's a man of routine, a creature of habit, a lover of the printed word. The world outside his newsroom is changing, but he's clinging to the past, to the familiar comfort of ink and paper. His story is a microcosm of a larger shift, a reflection of the changing times. It's a humorous and heartwarming tale of a man clinging to tradition in a rapidly evolving world, a man who finds solace in the stories he tells, and a man who discovers that the spirit of storytelling transcends the medium. This is a story about the last evening, a nostalgic nod to a bygone era, but also a hopeful look toward the future. It's a reminder that while the world spins forward, the human heart still yearns for connection, for shared experiences, and for stories that make us feel less alone.

An excerpt from the poem, Wild Gratitude: "Tonight when I knelt down next to our cat, Zooey, And put my fingers into her clean cat's mouth, And rubbed her swollen belly that will never know kittens, And watched her wriggle onto her side, pawing the air, And listened to her solemn little squeals of delight, I was thinking about the poet, Christopher Smart, Who wanted to kneel down and pray without ceasing In everyone of the splintered London streets, And was locked away in the madhouse at St. Luke's With his sad religious mania, and his wild gratitude, And his grave prayers for the other lunatics, And his great love for his speckled cat, Jeoffry. All day today—August 13, 1983—I remembered how Christopher Smart blessed this same day in August, 1759, For its calm bravery and ordinary good conscience."

Falling asleep in front of a TV or computer screen, as many people do these days, is not the most relaxing way to end a busy day. What we do in the evening can affect our night’s sleep, disturbing our sleep patterns and dreams. Last in the Evening is Osho talking on a variety of subjects specially selected for the evening. It gives you a different option for ending your day, a taste of meditation that can carry you through the night. Simply find time in the evening to sit quietly, be with yourself, and read the suggested passage. The extracts here, and in the companion volume First in the Morning, are taken from intimate one-on-one talks with Osho, and he suggested this compilation of his insights on a variety of subjects that include the nature of bliss, joy, and meditation. Whether you are familiar with meditation or a newcomer to the inner world, these two invaluable books, separately or together, can make a real difference to how you approach each day, and your life.

The hilarious adventures of Harry the Polis as recalled by ex-polis Harry Morris, the self-appointed Chief Constable of funny stories, continue with the publication of his tenth book, The Last Night on the Beat. Full of brilliant anecdotes, oddball characters, quick comebacks and unlikely excuses, Harry demonstrates true Glaswegian humour at its finest. Harry Morris is out to show a side of our industrious police force that we don't often see - the lighter side. His time with the Glasgow and Strathclyde constabulary, or 'polis' for short, hasn't robbed Harry of his sense of humour, and every wily witness, cocky con, and sarcastic sergeant he ever rubbed up against is here in page after page of humorous stories. Here is the definitive collection of Harry the Polis tales that will tempt your laughter lines into making an appearance and have you flashing your gnashers.

“If you want to understand Whetstone, ask Sir Roger Hollis what Palimpsest is.” Just when the National Medical Advisor to the Security Services is on the point of retrieving an injured patient from a hijacked 747 on the tarmac at Heathrow, the authorities pull the plug on a protracted negotiation, with resultant loss of life. Primum non nocere. First do no harm. At the subsequent inquiry, it is the N-MASS, Dr Alastair Cameron-Strange, who is scapegoated, and hung out to dry. Why? Who authorised the storming of Aerolineas Argentinas Flight 301? First minded to quit medicine and get out, sheer bloody-mindedness drives Cameron-Strange to open a file on a high ranking government minister, the Enterprise Czar, erstwhile Managing Director of The Conglomerate, Sir Roger Hollis. His researches take him from London to Edinburgh, thence to the north-west tip of Scotland, where, accompanied by the mysteriously intangible Kathryn Hathaway, he discovers The Conglomerates’s dreadful secret, Palimpsest, and solves the riddle of AA Flight 301. But there’s no way back to London from Cape Wrath. Is there?