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Bloomin' Eck, My New Book Is Finally Here!
A little about 1983, a brief extract, and me reading another one aloud...
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Things About The Countryside That Make Me Angry, And Some Photographs I Have Taken Of Them
Autumn is possibly the time of year that makes me most furious when I’m in the countryside. It’s coming again soon, worse luck, and as always it will be disgusting and messy. Look at the state of this path I found a few autumns ago in Gloucestershire, a
The Struggle To Leave The Footbath
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And The Book That Emerged From Them
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The Village Message Board
Subscribe now Judith Sparrow: Has anyone spotted a horse rug on their travels? Purple, with red stripes. Last seen up near Hood Gate. Any information appreciated. My Thomas is getting cold. Terence Black: Fantastic fish and chips tonight at the Stonemason’s Arms. Just right. Mushy peas. Diana Wilson: I
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Why Reading Online Reviews Of Your Book Will Lead You Nowhere Good
Even if you can't avoid doing it sometimes
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BOOKS!
Including the new one
The Gun's Always Loaded, The Horse Always Kicks
Two Days With My Dad
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The Very Grungy Caterpillar
The Shopping Malls Of The Past, And Their Art
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The Magic Room
It’s been a wet autumn: the kind of wet that, at times, has looked and felt not unlike a trailer for apocalypse. I think of the village where my mum and dad live, in the Nottinghamshire-Lincolnshire border lowlands, as a fundamentally dry place - a sharp contrast to the
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Can You Please Stop Telling Me To Live My Best Life Please
Thoughts On The Advice Pandemic
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A Writing Pledge From Me To Me For The Future
I wrote this for myself but you can read it too if you like