Born in the North West of England shortly after the end of the Second World War when food rationing was still high on the social agenda and spending cuts were something you purchased in a Butchers ...view moreBorn in the North West of England shortly after the end of the Second World War when food rationing was still high on the social agenda and spending cuts were something you purchased in a Butchers shop window, the author had not one ounce of literary thought, interest or ambition to write, once he found how to.
The first close encounter came at the age of nine when he began to copy out a lengthy feature on the mysteries of the single celled Amoeba during which time his father asked him what the purpose of the exercise was for. He can vaguely recall that there wasn't one but did say that when he was older, he was going to write a book, to which his mother dismissed the idea as being nothing more than than a childish fantasy. She was half right.
The planting of that seed remained deeply rooted and dormant in his memory core for another fifty one years before he decided to write a couple of short stories and a few silly rhymes in a small exercise book and present it as an alternative Christmas present for his Granddaughter. From there, his enthusiasm to make a serious attempt at a book came by way of the Three Storey Elevator and a second attempt at something completely different in the guise of this book, began in earnest to bring that childhood dream to fruition and satisfy himself that he had made his mark in life albeit good, average or indifferent.
The mountain was climbed and the flag planted. Only the winds of fortune will give it direction.view less