Emma Gibbs, I made music,
played gigs, felt as if I was achieving something. (Hey, we even
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.
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.
feeling somewhat disillusioned, I left all my friends in the band, and
began to hang around in Birmingham.
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.
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
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.
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
sat back and waited for my new life to begin.