Age has somewhat wearied and years if not condemned, certainly added a patina. However the mind is still active, to a value of ‘active’ and I’m in the fortunate position of being able to still hammer a key-board and smoke my pipe.
In my time I have been a soldier, policeman, door-to-door salesman, teacher, and potter. I liked being a potter the best. Making money out of mud is as good as it gets. Making money out of words is harder, but it’s indoors and there’s no heavy lifting.
I had a friend, and a bloody good one, called Terry Pratchett. I have told some of the stories of our times together and now I’m telling others that meander around my time as a copper and beyond.
They are mostly harmless and might contain a grain of truth. Some certainly contain robust language, but only where it counts.
I hope you will enjoy them.
Wincanton. May 2020