I belong to the ‘Baby-boomer’ generation that resulted from the return of servicemen from fighting overseas during WW2. During my early years, Britain was a very different place to the confused island of today.

Well before my teens, I and my contemporaries freely wandered over the surrounding Northamptonshire countryside armed to the teeth with sheath knives, home made catapults, air rifles and bows and arrows. In the summer we either played in the local woods or we fished and swam and canoed on the river Nene that ran through the village. In the depths of winter we sledged down the riverside valley slopes and skated on its frozen waters.

Higher education essentially consisted of dropping out of Art School, and my working life eventually settled in the construction industry as a roof Thatcher.

My social life has moved through a succession of cultural groups from Rockers in the sixties, to Bikers in the seventies and New-Age tree-huggers in the eighties metamorphosing into Anthropologist and deep sceptic of humanities future to date.

Having completed one novel, ‘The EADUN Directive,’ I also have two more partly written and several more outlined. At sixty-five years of age, I don’t know if I will be able to complete them all but, even if EADUN is to be my only work, I am content that so much of my experience and perceived understanding of people and their environment has been recorded in, what I hope is, an interesting and entertaining form.

My writing guru is Terry Pratchet, of Discworld fame, he may not be the most prestigious writer in the English language but I find his writing and wit hugely entertaining and inspiring.

I live in an Oxford apartment with my second wife.