At the age of eleven I knew I wanted to be a priest. At seventeen I had discovered girls were interesting creatures so I had to rethink that idea. When I was twenty the oil was just being found in the North Sea so four friends and I went to the Shetland Islands to make our fortunes. I came back three months later married and broke. My music kept me going a little, but not wanting to be ‘one with the common herd,’ I started a country band instead of playing folk like the rest of the people at the Stables Folk Club. I knocked around a variety of jobs from farm hand to engraving license plates. (Yes, it’s a real job in England). I ended up driving buses. Never mind muscle cars; you haven’t driven until you take out a double decker bus on a skidpan and try to turn it over! In 1981, I had a broken wrist, no job and a divorce so I came to America to meet a girlfriend. Started driving tour buses around Washington D.C. and upset all the tour guides by referring to Washington history as “200 years, that’s not history, that’s gossip!” Since there were actually real country musicians here I did a Vicar of Bray and went back to my roots of folk music. Very useful as I had just discovered Renaissance Festivals. Wrote several songs and had a moderately successful group called Cornucopia and began a still unfinished novel or two. Drifted into the delivery and courier business until one day I asked myself “What on earth is a good Yorkshireman doing sitting in Maryland dispatching a collection of Algerians and Somalis around D.C.?” So here I am working on the writing gig and still playing music. Now I’m sitting in Columbia, MD enjoying writing and trying to explain to my son why he has to finish college. Preferably sometime before I go broke. I love real ale with good friends, bad golf and meeting people I’ve never met in places I’ve never been.

I'm still alive and living to the depths of my souls