In one of my idle hours, of which I have many since I retired and the cat left me, I decided to go all scribe and write a book. This is it. It chronicles a  near disastrous chapter of my middle-age. I was happily bumbling along as a drama teacher, having failed continuously as an actor, when a new headmaster came to the school with a plan. The last thing I needed - a head with a plan. My own has rarely had one. The guy was an evil character with a criminal scheme up his sleeve. If it had stayed there, all would have been well, but it didn't; it came out into this vale of wrath and tears which all men call the world, like a flood or an earthquake and it was determined to sweep me up in its wake.

You can read all about it. 

Grab Yours Now