Friday 16 August 2019
Monday 15 July 2019
After 8 very long years of winning publishing deals for How Kirsty Gets Her Kicks only to be disappointed when it wasn't pubished, along come Snubnose Press to make the dreams I had for my feisty hero (or is it anti-hero - read it and you decide).
A tale of skullduggery that plays out on the mean streets of Glasgow…
One-legged barmaid Kirsty is in a shit-load of trouble after she kills one of gangster Jimmy McPhee’s enforcers with a stiletto heel to the head after he gets a bit too handsie.
Now she’s on the run from the gang boss who loves to torture his victims before he kills them, with a safe-load of cash she stole from him and a hot gun. And she has company—a choirboy barman Jamie who just happens to be the only witness.
She needs to survive long enough to spend the cash.
Out now in paperback and Kindle at all good book stores and on Amazon
This book is dedicated to...
Not only is the book dedicated to my best friend Benjy who passed away on January 9th, he also has a cameo role.
He'd have loved the book - mainly to sit his bone on.
RIP my dear friend.
Saturday 9 March 2019
I'm starting to think the flat I moved to over three years ago must have been built on the site an ancient burial ground like on those horror movies. Since we moved for family reasons, we've had nothing but a litany of bad luck.
Week one, I fell down the outside stairs and my foot looked like it'd been used as a baseball bat by the New York Yankees.
Just as that'd healed I ended up with a ligament injury that had me hobbling around like Long John Silver minus the parrot.
Okay, those things don't bode well but it happens. Surely our luck would change?
Next came the flasher
Within a week of moving in the police were at our door asking if we'd seen a flasher. Apparently he'd exposed himself to some poor woman.
More horrendous luck followed.
Injured at Tesco
My OH was injured sitting on a bench outside Tesco and he needed stitches. Then he was the victim of an attempted mugging by two yobs who punched him on the face and spat on him. Incredibly it happened on a busy road and people would have seen it, but nobody even bothered to so much toot their horn. Welcome to the world of couldn't care less.
Even the driving is like something out of a horror movie.
Most of the drivers on the road next to us that's as busy as any motorway, drive like Wacky Races. They race each other, don't know what a zebra crossing is (Hoi, you're not meant to see people walking across one and try and mow them down) and stoping at red lights seem to be optional.
The end result - some near death experiences like the time the driver thought he'd save himself a bit of time by driving straight across the road island from one side of the road to another just as we were trying to cross.
My mobile phone was pickpocketed/stolen during the World Cup. Thankfully I managed to lock the thief out but not before he took photos of himself at a sectarian match. Not that it helped when I went to the police.
Happy New Year Death
I celebrated the New Year by coming within a whisper of getting hit by a 4 by 4 that was doing about 50mph as it deliberately drove onto the pavement I was recklessly walking on with my dog because pavements are just another type of road to speed along. Again the police were as useful as a chocolate t-shirt. Welcome to 2019.
Time for an exorcism?
What should I do now? I'm thinking of having an exorcism performed to drive away the demons that clearly reside within our house and nearby. Yep, our neighbour is one of the nightmare ones who should be in a documentary.
Or maybe I should try Feng Shui.
At the moment I'm willing to give anything a try.