Born in nineteen hundred and frozen to death, I managed to secure a place in the local grammar school, (UK) leaving with a small handful of GCE’s to go with my fifty yards swimming certificate and diploma in ‘How to grow a Hyacinth bulb.’ Not sure how this secured my first job in a ‘Spar’ grocers shop, but my credentials obviously appealed to the Boss, as he immediately thrust me into the delights of the butchers department and I gained valuable knowledge of the insides of a pig (dead) by rummaging inside it with a machete.
My father, then possibly worried by my ever-increasing band-aid covered fingers, pushed me into an apprenticeship of Printing, binding me (excuse the pun) to five years of abject misery. Luckily, every night, I pursued my true quest in life…a musician. Stints with such household names as Rocking Ricky and the Velvet collars as well as dear old Mister Wayne Fontana…yes, that one, with The Mindbenders for you people who remember the sixties, gave me some meaning to life.
The last fourteen years I have been living in the Canary Islands, where, as well as being a solo musician, I actually returned to writing for various mags throughout the archipelago. One book on the internet, ‘Tenerife Unplugged’, sold reasonably well. It was a ‘Bible’ for budding ‘muso’s wanting to make a living over here. Bit silly as an after thought, because every one who bought it came over and tried to get my job!
Over the years I have completed novels:
‘Two sides to every Story’, (humour set in the sixties)
‘Patriot Island’ (political fiction about Britain today).
‘The girl who talked to cats’ ( children’s story set in the 2nd World War.)