PUBLISHERS OF LITERARY FICTION SINCE 1983
Round about the time that I became a teenager my father became an Orthodox priest. He would go out and about in all this priest’s regalia, black robes and black hat, beard like Rasputin, this massive eastern crucifix chained about his neck. You could see him a mile off. He looked like that even if […]
Writing Bristol I spent my youth roaming the hills and streets of Bristol. At the age of thirteen I was on roller skates at a break neck-speed to Redland, over Kingsdown, backwards down Park Street. Then I traded the skates for a push-bike which I ditched because I preferred walking. All over the city, from […]