Let me introduce myself...
Well it's the weekend and after a hard morning ear-tagging lambs (I hate it, the sheep hate it but bureaucrats will chase after you with thumbscrews if you don't) I thought I'd write an informative post for all the new readers.
Who am I? No, not a 'senior moment' but a way of introducing myself. I'm an English author of SF, mystery and humour (sometimes all at the same time). My first novel, Resonance, was published last November by Baen and you can read all about it here: http://www.humor.me.uk/mambo/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=5&Itemid=26
I first hit the headlines in 1974 when I convinced the UK national media that Cornwall had declared independence. Yes, I was a teenage revolutionary freedom fighter. And, yes, I did form an army, lead them across the Tamar, block all the bridges and annex the country. But - and this is a note to all world leaders - it was a small country and I did give it back. You can read all about it here: http://www.humor.me.uk/mambo/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=27&Itemid=42
Or find the March 27th, 1974 issue of Punch which covered the event.
In, 1995, I moved to France with one wife, three cats, two horses and a large puppy. A decision so reckless that it ripped a hole in the space-time continuum - at least that's the only explanation that makes sense - for within ten minutes of us landing in France a gust of wind ripped the roof off our horse transport and left us sitting in a windswept convertible on a French cliff top. And within eight months I'd been impersonated, my identity stolen, our life savings seized, and abandoned by the police forces of four countries - who all insisted the crime was in someone else's jurisdiction. So, I had to solve the case myself. Which I did. But, unlike fictional detectives, I had an 80 year-old mother-in-law and an excitable puppy - both of whom insisted they couldn't be left behind if I was going anywhere interesting - like a stakeout.
I'm serialising the book - Nous Sommes Anglais - here on the blog. A book best described as A Year in Provence in the Pyrenees with Miss Marple and Gerald Durrell. The completed chapters are posted on my website here: http://www.humor.me.uk/mambo/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=37&Itemid=51
And, as a man with a new camera, I also post animal pictures.
Now, coming up in the next month we have:
1. More animals behaving badly - the completion of the horse ride from hell.
2. Three fetes and a football match - I drink too much at a French fete and accidentally sign professional forms for the local football team. I thought I'd said I'd had professional trials when I was 15. They're under the impression I'd been a professional footballer for 15 years. Language problems again.
3. More confessions of a French Film Extra - I'm type cast again and this time spend eight days as an imprisoned aristocrat in Daniel Auteuil's Sade.
4. Pictures of our Normandy smallholding - including the medieval quarry and maybe the dolmen.
Who am I? No, not a 'senior moment' but a way of introducing myself. I'm an English author of SF, mystery and humour (sometimes all at the same time). My first novel, Resonance, was published last November by Baen and you can read all about it here: http://www.humor.me.uk/mambo/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=5&Itemid=26
I first hit the headlines in 1974 when I convinced the UK national media that Cornwall had declared independence. Yes, I was a teenage revolutionary freedom fighter. And, yes, I did form an army, lead them across the Tamar, block all the bridges and annex the country. But - and this is a note to all world leaders - it was a small country and I did give it back. You can read all about it here: http://www.humor.me.uk/mambo/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=27&Itemid=42
Or find the March 27th, 1974 issue of Punch which covered the event.
In, 1995, I moved to France with one wife, three cats, two horses and a large puppy. A decision so reckless that it ripped a hole in the space-time continuum - at least that's the only explanation that makes sense - for within ten minutes of us landing in France a gust of wind ripped the roof off our horse transport and left us sitting in a windswept convertible on a French cliff top. And within eight months I'd been impersonated, my identity stolen, our life savings seized, and abandoned by the police forces of four countries - who all insisted the crime was in someone else's jurisdiction. So, I had to solve the case myself. Which I did. But, unlike fictional detectives, I had an 80 year-old mother-in-law and an excitable puppy - both of whom insisted they couldn't be left behind if I was going anywhere interesting - like a stakeout.
I'm serialising the book - Nous Sommes Anglais - here on the blog. A book best described as A Year in Provence in the Pyrenees with Miss Marple and Gerald Durrell. The completed chapters are posted on my website here: http://www.humor.me.uk/mambo/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=37&Itemid=51
And, as a man with a new camera, I also post animal pictures.
Now, coming up in the next month we have:
1. More animals behaving badly - the completion of the horse ride from hell.
2. Three fetes and a football match - I drink too much at a French fete and accidentally sign professional forms for the local football team. I thought I'd said I'd had professional trials when I was 15. They're under the impression I'd been a professional footballer for 15 years. Language problems again.
3. More confessions of a French Film Extra - I'm type cast again and this time spend eight days as an imprisoned aristocrat in Daniel Auteuil's Sade.
4. Pictures of our Normandy smallholding - including the medieval quarry and maybe the dolmen.