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Thursday, 14 April 2016

Authors notes: Special


What if a vigilante went too far? 


That was the abiding thought in my head when I was writing 'Special' and I thought that you, my loyal fanbase (what do you mean you were looking for a 'dodgy' site and tumbled into this?) might like to see some of the thinking behind it so I've put together an exclusive set of "Authors notes" just for you. 

Here's part 1...


Tuesday, 29 March 2016

I get around...Malaga...ish!


Anytime, anyplace, anywhere...
It's great being British.  There's loads of reasons really. We've brought a lot of culture, ingenuity and general coolness to the world. But. Sitting in a Twenty-Four hour Wetherspoons at the airport (Birmingham in this case) drinking lager at five am is one of the things we're absolutely unbeatable at. Watching 'Nobby' and his 'Wolfpack'  wander past in their matching vests with trays of the liquid guilt inhibitor whilst they try to get entangled with the pink ladies of 'Dirty Debs Hen Do' is one of life's great viewing experiences. Granted the brummie accent is hard work at that time in the morning but listening to the banter and general atmosphere at an hour when you'd normally be spark out dreaming of being in the Red Dwarf crew that discovers a planet populated by naked top models (just me aye?) is a more than adequate compensation for that.

Tuesday, 22 March 2016

The Quay of Life...



There's a point in Byker (that's the very real estate in Newcastle where I'm from and there isn't so much of a hint of a fucking grove there...) where, just between the sixties council flats and the Legoland maisonettes, you catch a glimpse of the Newcastle and Gateshead quayside. Perched high on the very banks of the mighty Tyne you can see the sun reflecting off the shimmering, silvery Sage, the solid, northern majesty of the former Baltic flour mill turned contemporary art must-see and the bridges...God those bridges! They bring a shiver to the spine and a lump to the throat. If Byker was a nice place, a suburban middle-class area perhaps, then property developers would be fighting each other bare-knuckled and bare-chested to spend billions here based on that view alone.  Sadly though its not, and before hundreds of millions of pounds were spent on re-developing what was once described as "a rat-infested swamp" into “one of the most stunning river fronts in the UK” you probably wouldn't have noticed the view.
The thing is though, the quayside was always brilliant...just in a different way.

Sunday, 6 March 2016

If Rudyard came from Cowgate...

No-one had realised Bez
was a Geordie...

The observant amongst you my have noticed that I'm a Newcastle supporter. Feel free to take the piss if you're one of life's glory hunters and 'support' a team that wins stuff even though your only link to the area they are based in  is that you once bought an Oasis record/Ryan Giggs shagged your lass/you've got a relative named Chelsey or you once sang 'Ferry Across The Mersey at a works Christmas do on the karaoke just before throwing up over the boss and punching the office junior. 

Like I say, feel free to take the piss as I already know I'm better than you...




Thursday, 21 January 2016

Byker Books: The End.


I started Byker Books back in 2008 with a vague notion of publishing the working class lads and lasses who weren't taken seriously by the big publishers or agents. The people who didn't have degrees in 'creative writing' but had crap jobs that sapped their souls instead, the people who didn't have a 'journey' to bore people to death with but did have an idea for a bloody good story that other people from the estates would enjoy, the people who didn't get glowing reports at their great schools but instead had to battle their siblings for the one pen in the house to write anything down before doing their paper round in the rain. 

That's who Byker Books was for. People like me. 

Tuesday, 22 December 2015

Blood, Sweat and Beers! Now we're talking...

Can a seventeen stone, kebab munching, old-school gadgy really run a marathon? 

I became a publisher purely because the mainstream big boys didn't want my books (vampires were all the rage at the time and they couldn't see past pointy teeth and bland, carboard cut-out, personalityless victims/lovers - and there was no way I was setting a book in Sunderland!) So when I see something I like I just publish it - no managers to pitch it to, no shareholders to appease and no retail buyers to arse lick. When I read 'Blood, Sweat and Beers' by the mighty Graham March (mighty? He was seventeen fucking stone!) I decided to publish and I'm glad i did. read on to find out why Graham wrote it and you'll be glad I published it as well - particularly as it's currently on 99p on ya kindle!





Tuesday, 8 December 2015

Welcome to BookD...oh...and Merry Christmas!




Hello again, I've been a busy boy lately - no, nothing you'll read about in the Sunday tabloids...not this week anyway - but you will be able to read about it. That's because, I've put together a digital publication that'll run weekly with all of the choice cuts of articles, reviews and news from the world of British fiction around the net.