New biog section for website shaping up...

Have taken this week off from my conventional job, primarily to work on new website material to compliment the new edition of my book that I'm champing at the bit to promote. My Sheep No More website is two years out of date now and has to be sorted before I can really start punting the book around. The Gods in their wisdom however, decided to give me a hard time of it by putting my back out which is infuriating as sitting on a conventional chair at my PC to write is spectacularly uncomfortable. Feels like being plugged into the mains each time it spasms and that just ain't funny. Nevertheless progress has been made.

I think the site will be more attractive and effective if it can be made to look more like a redtop newspaper, with more pictures and punchy wording. A short and sweet biog section will be added to incorporate the snap above alongside this wording...

BIOG

On the outside... Ordinary British bloke of 1956 vintage born Clapham South London. Early years were spent in a village near Felixstowe, Suffolk until the age of five when the family moved to Herne Hill which isn’t very far from my birthplace. Attended Saint Saviours primary and Kingsdale comprehensive schools and enjoyed a stable, happy and content childhood. Then in 1972 began a five year apprenticeship at R.H. Wilkins Engravers of London’s Hatton Garden, and still today I remain working in the industry having become self employed from 1984 onward. Married and bought a house back near Felixstowe where my four kids, all of the sugar and spice variety entered the world. Then in 1994 we moved to the Isle of Wight where my girls did their growing up. Have worked like a Trojan, always paid my way, done my utmost to bring my kids up properly, and am proud of the way they’ve turned out.

Inside at the core...  Seething fury pretty much at the way Britain and everyone living in it has been let down by what passes for leadership. Whilst myself and every responsible mum and dad in the land have worked damned hard to bring their children up properly, every government to have held and wielded power throughout my adulthood has failed me, my family, and us all. From 1979 to date, no government has given me the impression they care about ordinary families or about our great history and heritage that they have been content to preside over the trashing of. I for one am not prepared to put up with it, and despite being one of the ordinary ignorable masses, am determined to have my say because I know the predicament of the country is ‘A’ unacceptable ‘B’ explainable, and ‘C’ retrievable.