Billy the Bounder
At last, I am finally up and running.
Hours – days – even weeks of blindly pressing buttons and keys on my laptop, have finally paid off.
No they haven’t, I am lying.
My progress was snail like until I finally cracked – swallowed my pride, and took the long and painful walk to see David of Pattaya 1. Like magic, the whole process finally began to make sense.
Rejoice – I can now do this facebook thingy without deleting every piece of work that I have ever written.
As this is technically my opening piece following my enlightenment, perhaps a brief word or two about my favourite subject (me) is in order.
Born a very long time ago in a stable in Farnworth, Lancashire, my inherent genius propelled me to Leigh Grammar School followed by Manchester University.
Academia was not my fortei, most of the lectures being blanked by day dreaming thoughts of fishing, and more fishing. The sport was like a drug to me, and no amount of rehab could ever have broken the addiction.
Not only was it an obsession, but I discovered that I was rather good at it, and bit by bit, I turned the sport into an enjoyable way of making a living; it became my profession.
After a brief spell in the army, I began to concentrate more and more on not only the fishing side of the sport, but the various ways that I could make money from the game.
After a few years of competing at the highest level, I had acquired various titles in match fishing circles, and was beginning to make a bit of a name for myself, when out of the blue, I was asked to do a TV commercial for a fishing magazine, followed by a series of Pro-celebrity programs.
This stuff is all covered in my book Fishing and Testicles, so I will leave it at that.
My next move was to manufacture fishing floats, using my name to promote them, followed by the building of my commercial fishery, a complex of 18 lakes, that I believe is still the biggest of its type in Europe.
Again, out of the blue, I received a phone call from British Waterways who wanted to buy me out. I played it cool, not wishing to give my hand away. They fell for it, and a few days later, I was on my way to early retirement and a life of bone idle leisure in Tenerife.
That was 16 years ago, and for the last 5 years, I have found myself trapped in the hedonistic fantasy island that is Pattaya.
Is there any way out of here? Would I ever consider leaving?
During my last few years in England, I was writing for several magazines. Not great payers, but still money for old rope, especially when you consider that each article took no more than 15 minutes to write, and was usually done in an alcoholic haze on returning from my local pub.
For some strange reason, one day as I sat outside my rented villa here in Pattaya, I decided to write a novel, based on a dream that I had the previous night.
JIHADA 1 – The Lost Scriptures was born.
I had once again got the writing bug, and O’Malley – The Wrong Package quickly followed.
As I have serious reservations about the ideology known as Islam, Jihada 2 and Jihada 3 followed in quick succession.
My final book at this point in time is Fishing and Testicles. There isn’t too much about fishing in the book, but the title and the front cover should give you an idea of where the book is going.
I currently have two unfinished novels on the go, and jump from one to the other whenever writers block kicks in.
My next piece on this blog will concentrate on O’Malley – The Wrong Package novel.
Billy the Bounder.
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