Of trains and taxis
On Monday, I got up at 5:30, left the house at quarter to seven, caught the 07:23 train to Stowmarket, then the 08:15 from Stowmarket to Peterborough, and from there… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
On Monday, I got up at 5:30, left the house at quarter to seven, caught the 07:23 train to Stowmarket, then the 08:15 from Stowmarket to Peterborough, and from there… Continue Reading
It’s almost four weeks now since Dead Men was released into the wild. And it’s not been an easy four weeks. The gig at the NHM in London was brilliant,… Continue Reading
This is the advantage we have over authors from even only twenty-five years ago; we have technology on our side, or so we think. I read an interesting article in… Continue Reading
So, this is it. The review copies have gone out, the advance advance copy has come back with some wonderful words from Sir Ranulph Fiennes, and we’re all set for… Continue Reading
I was at home when he died. It was one of those dank March afternoons, with no sign of spring, and darkness peering in through the window too soon. The… Continue Reading
The title of Peter Handke’s book translates as The Fear of the Goalkeeper at the Penalty Kick. The title sprung to mind when I was thinking about editing one of… Continue Reading