Born in the 1950s to a submariner and a ‘cockney’ rebel, he engaged early with sport and books. A deep thirst for knowledge was well served by King Edward IV Grammar and the University of London. Playing a respectable level of football, golf and with a thirty-five-year squash habit, it became apparent that he’d need to work for a living. After a season at Butlin’s, cost accounting, grass-cutting for the RAF, and an accidental gap year, he stumbled into brewing. Thirty-five years later, after running sales teams across the UK, he set up his own business. An ensuing sense of freedom drew him back to creative writing.
Perhaps all lives start as a well-constructed novel. A series of vignettes follow, some comedic, some mired in tragedy. Sometimes we try to shape our destiny, other times it shapes us.Suddenly in the blink of an eye, we enter the final run-in. For me, this late freedom is best served by poetry, life...