One hundred years ago today, diplomacy having failed, Britain declared war on Germany. World leaders and heads of state negotiated ways of preventing war but no diplomatic solution was found. Four years later 37 million soldiers and civilians were dead.…
I heard this week that my novel, Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love has been longlisted for the Polari First book Prize. It’s a real thrill to have got down to the last twelve and now I’m scared to even think…
These children are lucky. They are still alive. The little boy above is a Syrian and the one below is a Gaza Palestinian. We wring our hands uselessly over all the dead children killed in both countries over the years…
There was another meet of the Lewes Men’s Pie Club over the weekend. Here are the members – my friends (from left to right) Martin, Adam, Rob, Harvey and Dave. I’m not in the photograph because, well yes, I was…
We’ve been having a superb summer here in Lewes, UK and my small urban garden has repsonded appropriately with garlands of flowers and vibrant greenery. I’ve been reduced to a bit of dead-heading, some fruit picking and the odd bit…
I’ve written this page to keep people up to speed with my writing activities thinking it might be useful to make a list of my publications along with links to the publishers’ websites. I shall keep it here up at…
I think people in my hometown of Lewes, UK, are used to me walking around on a Thursday with a bandage on my arm. Sometimes once a week, sometimes once a fortnight or, if all is well, once a month,…
It just shows I daren’t turn my back for a minute. I take a couple of weeks off for a holiday, now look what’s been happening. Poor old Dave – the Prime Minister of my country – you remember, Britain,…
Dear President Putin, You know as well as everyone else knows. The unspeakable barbarity of that missile attack on a civilian plane, Malaysian Flight MH17 was committed by terrorists (known, for some reason, as separatists) with your armament support. Neither…
At the end of these two weeks of blogs about Venice, it is time to add that it wasn’t just me who had a great time – my trusty Panama hat enjoyed itself too. …