They’re all doing it. Writing books with James Bond as the hero. Well, let me tell you, that I was there among the first. 1970, it must have been when my 007 failed to grace the pages of the school magazine. 881 more words
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It’s odd, but I find myself often writing in the character of a woman. That would of course confirm every prediction made by my (Welsh, in case its relevant) games master at school, who probably thought I would end up as a kind of Mr Humphries character, looking after the hankies probably, in a shop like the one referred to below. 408 more words
I am so old now, that my time in Belfast seems like another life. And at the same time, it’s always with me.
Mostly, that’s because I was young, just becoming a man, and so much was happening inside and around that it still seems like a Technicolor time, even though I remember the place as unremittingly grey. 405 more words