A CHRISTMAS FAIRYTALE

Christmas Stuff

A Christmas Carol Audio Book

• Menu #1
  • Buy My Books
  • Alice on Top of the World
  • Bedtime Stories
  • God, dog and Beelzebub
  • Horrible Horace
  • Christmas: A carol Betwixt
• Menu #2
  • Aliens landed in Ballykilduff
  • Ali-Bonkers
  • A Woman called Breda
  • Bolf: an unhappy old Troll
  • A Beer in a Burger bar
  • A Little brown Frog
• Menu #3
  • Christmas stories and etc
  • Cola Blue - and more!
  • Ho, ho, ho, he's the dustbin man
  • Dunking the Mouse
  • Tales of the Extraordinary
  • Greengrocer jack and the Talking Cabbages
• Menu #4
  • Fizzy Cherry Cola
  • The Witches
  • The Amulet of Oxmosis
  • Circus of the Grotesques
  • Gone Fishing - but for what?
  • Harry Rotter
• Menu #5
  • He Thought He Saw a Politician Who Lived the Perfect Life
  • Hob-nail Boots
  • Legs Through the Ceiling
  • Crazymad Washday
  • UFO
  • A Punt Across the Thames
• Menu #6
  • My Socks That Changed Colour
  • We Have Nothing to fear, But Fear Itself
  • It Was Only a Dream?
  • Poor Jane
  • Paint the Roses - Quickly, quickly!
  • The Fog
• Menu #7
  • Visit my Online Bookshop
  • The Air Rair Shelters
  • Stone the Crows
  • The Big Bad Wolf
  • The Three Faerie Sisters
  • Things That Go Bump in the Night

Limericks

Welcome to my crazy-mad world of creative, stories for children and adults. My website, a portfolio

of my work, features stories, fairytales, poems, rhyme, song – and so much more. I hope you find

them both interesting and enjoyable to read.

I have always loved travelling, exploring exotic far-flung destinations. I have visited many places,

locations far removed from the monotonous tourist trails of Europe...

In the 1970’s I worked in Africa, in Liberia and Nigeria to be exact, as a telephone exchange

installation technician. During my time there, I discovered pagan temples hidden deep within

the tropical rain forest, climbed juju rocks secreted outside Lagos, and crossed Lake Oguta, a

crocodile infested expanse of water, in a dugout canoe. I loved my time in Africa.

I spent five years living and working in Australia. I travelled across large areas of it, including

its famous red centre, where I climbed Ayers Rock. I fed pigs’ heads to wild crocodiles in Darwin,

and visited the mysterious Glasshouse Mountains in Queensland. I try to return to Australia as

often as time and money permits.

One of my favourite countries is The Philippines – the wonderfully decorated jeepneys of Manila

are a must-see.

Another country that I love is Thailand; the hustle and bustle of Bangkok is almost a crazy as my

writing. The beach resorts, however, are the opposite – so relaxing.

In 1999 I went back to school, as a mature student, studying Art and Design. It was a wonderful

experience. I passed with flying colours, gaining six merits, three distinctions and a student of the

year award, to boot. I thoroughly recommend it.

In December 2004 I began writing. I was pleasantly surprised at how easy the words came to me. My

only regret being that I had not stated years earlier.

At the same time as I began writing, I was in the process of selling my house and organising my

marriage in Australia. As you can well imagine it was an extremely busy period for me,

with so many other things vying for my attention other. However, I persisted with my writing, and to

this day I am still doing it.

When our house was finally sold, Breda and I moved into a mobile home while we were waiting for

the builders to finish our house. To call it a mobile home is perhaps using artistic licence to

the absolute extreme – it was TINY (see photo). We parked it at the bottom of the garden, settled in

and were as happy a Larry…

We were as happy as Larry, until one sunny morning when I fell through the caravan door, landing on

my back with a heavy BANG. It hurt! It hurt so very much, but being the fool that I was I went to work,

where I struggled on regardless. I did this for six whole weeks, despite the pain stubbornly remaining.

After struggling through six weeks of pain, I went my doctor, and asked him what he could do help me.

After examining me, he said, “Take these pain killers, don’t exert yourself, but other than that

carry on as per usual.” I went home and took the pills, determined to put it all behind me. However,

next morning, while opening the fridge door, the mothr of all pains shot up my left leg! It felt like a

chainsaw was cutting my leg off. I collapsed, writhing in agony on the floor...

To cut a long story short, I was suffering from an acute attack of sciatica, which laid me up for

seven weeks. Even now, five years on, I have still not totally recovered from it. Despite this terrible

experience we had a lot of good times in that old caravan. While living there, I wrote the first

instalment of the Wot and Nott Quadrilogy.

Presently, my writing desk is located in our garage, but don’t worry. You see, it's a part of the house

It’s even centrally heated.

You can email your comments

Well, that’s enough about me and my crazymad life.

On to the reading, with you... Simply click on the menu bar to the left - and enjoy...

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