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Net Force: State of War by Steve Perry

State of War looks likely to be the last Net Force book featuring the cast of characters made popular over the last half-dozen novels in the series. And sadly it’s maybe about time the series had a fresh injection of ideas.

Although a better read than Cybernation, the ill named State of War (it’s nothing to do with a War) is still fairly mundane when compared to the previous standard setter Point of Impact. Steve Perry either rushed this to meet a deadline or has plain lost interest in doing anything new with the concept, as character development is superficial at best and, worse still, it’s just too predictable a plot.

The plot outline? The team are being sued by families of henchmen killed during the assault on the gambling ship Bon Chance at the end of Cybernation. Commander Michaels is being held personally responsible and is up against one of the hottest lawyers in the world. At the very same time this lawyer is working for Cybernation – employing a gun toting henchman to do the dirty work of bribing or blackmailing those in high enough office to swing political favour for the mysterious virtual country of Cybernation.

The bad guys, like all of Perry’s previous bad guys, have a taste for the finest of women, cuisine and wines. The featured hench man always seem to be exceptionally particular about their choice of gun, bullet, grip, sight, holster, time of day and just about any other little nuance that seems to suggest that Perry could write reems of fire-arm babble standing on his head in order to fill up a few pages.

For once can we not just have a gun toting killing machine who doesn’t care what type of bullet he’s using as long as it blows peoples heads off?!

As I mentioned in my review of Cybernation, the virtual reality web surfing really is starting to wear thin – and in State of War, Perry takes it to a level of overkill previously unsurpassed. Yes, it makes a nice change of pace, but usually at the wrong time in the story. There’s no need for us to be led up the garden path while lead geek Jay Gridley rides on his magical flying unicorn following an evil dragon – each of which respectively representing a trace program and a package of data bound for the bad guy as they race across the internet. Okay, so that particular scenario wasn’t used, but you can pretty much skim all the bollocks of the VR scenarios and not miss a beat of the story proper.

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Journal

Miles of Fun

Our holiday in Scotland was a whole lot of fun, covering around 1040 miles in the car by the time we arrived home on Sunday.

Highlights included the Claymores game, a trip to Inverary, a night out with crazy uncle John, a tour of Murrayfield stadium with Andy, a night out with the lads in The Lab in Glasgow, and we capped it off with the NFL Europe world bowl on the Saturday before we left. Fliss has more detail and selected pictures on her site – worth checking out if you’re at all interested.

All in all, quite an action packed ten days – I’m as much in need of a rest now as I was before we went :o)

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Mel C not a rock chick after all

Melanie “Mel C” Chisholm has today revealed that she’s not a rock chick after all and never was, for that matter.

The 29 year old northern lass has finally admitted defeat in her attempts to make it as a credible solo artist since the demise of the Spice Girls. It turns out that having the talent of a reasonable Sunday night pub-Karaoke singer just doesn’t cut the mustard when you’re up against the angelic tones of Christina Aguilera or Shakira.

The wannabe biker grrrl stated in a press release that “The rocker image seemed like a good idea, but it just wasn’t selling cd’s or getting air-time. That’s why my new single, On the Horizon, sounds more S-Club than Suzi Quatro. Now that S-Club are out of the way I can fill the void left for cheesy, production line pop and cut the pretence.”

Some feel that Mel is more than qualified to fill that “void” – something she alluded to further into her statement:

“It was all a bit Mickey Mouse anyway – I don’t even like wearing leather – for a porky girl like me it would chafe like buggery.”

Quite.

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