fairy stories part 2


With Emma Gibbs, I made music, played gigs, felt as if I was achieving something. (Hey, we even supportedEmma Gibbs Loves Badges, Newcastle Poly, c1989 Kitchens of Distinction at Newcastle poly. What do you mean, you've never heard of them...?) The music scene in Tamworth was thriving at that time. It was fantastic.

During that year I learned a lot about myself and others. And, better than that, I'd met Rosaleen the chick with the maracas from Brum band Fetch Eddie who would later become my wife.

However, feeling somewhat disillusioned, I left all my friends in the band, and began to hang around in Birmingham.


Determined to learn from my experience, for 18 months or so after leaving Emma Gibbs I tried to continue making music with other people I knew, forming a band called The Lipservants with John Taggart and Dave Bass Player (his surname escapes me). However, I gradually realised that the problem with being in a band is that everyone has to pull if it's going to be a success, and if only one person's pulling, it's not going to work.

Eventually I stopped making music and began writing. One of the most attractive things about this was the fact that only I was responsible for its success or failure, so there was no one else to blame if it didn't work out.


In 1990 I wrote a short story called Down to Earth, behind a market stall in Burton upon Trent. Rosaleen typed this up for me in her lunch hours at work, and it was duly entered in to a competition Rosaleen's mom had heard about on the radio The Ian St James Awards.

Obviously, I knew I'd win the 12,000 first prize and be snapped up by an agent and then a publisher, who would offer me a life-changing advance for my first novel.

I sat back and waited for my new life to begin.

This didn't happen.

part 3


                            Here we go round the mulberry bush...