In May 2014 I published my first book.
Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle.
This is set in 1976 and follows the exploits of Harry Spittle a 19 something university student, back home for the summer holidays after his first year. Home is miles from anywhere in the New Forest and comprises his parents, younger sister, aged and recent stroke victim aunt and demented cat. He has three goals for those holidays:
To spend as little time as possible away from his family, to make some money and have sex.
Harry finds work in a local hotel, peopled by a range of the weird, the wacky and the psychotic.
It’s funny, scary, sad, outrageous and touching.
That Harry survives is perhaps the most surprising of the many twists but he does.
And now it is 1981, Harry is five years older, training to be a solicitor and working in the West…
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