No stranger to the P45 FREE Sample

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Fluffy bunnies and petrol bombs, some biscuits a tractor and a hedge

Much to the relief of my snobbish superiority complex, I wasn’t born in Frome where I’d go to school, have some rather crappy jobs and in a case of mistaken identity one evening be dragged out of

A silly poem about a rabbit

‘Twas midsummer’s morn and in a field, a little rabbit sat, thinking of his life, and other things like that. He thought of the clouds and of the fish in the sea,

Egg-cabbage socks, some wellies and a tree

For me, a nursery is not the most enjoyable of places to spend my time since not only do I not know one type of plant from another I also hate kids.

Not-exactly what it says on the tin

Nineteen eighty-eight was such a long time ago that I don’t remember how I got the job working on the production line at the Cuprinol factory in Frome.

Look kid, there aint no Santa

It’s gonna be lonely this Christmas... Really, Elvis? Thanks for reminding me once again. Thank you very, very much.

Psychopaths and a butterfly, and a nice cup of tea

It was something of a coincidence when a few years ago I was at a party in Bath and met the daughter of John and Anna Carter, founders of Carter’s Steam Fair in London where I once worked for a day

Keystone Cops, a whole bunch of oiks, and some chicken in a basket

One day I decided to join the navy. I’d figured that my life wasn’t really going anywhere (see Book) and that somehow military service... for Queen and Country and all that...

How hard can it be?

‘Three cups of tea and some jobs please!’ I asked with feigned enthusiasm, my head thick with the gunk of post alcohol excess. I tried a smile, hoping that it would help. It didn’t.