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Staff versus sixth-form, summer of ’75 and fair to say that delivery isn’t coming back any time soon. We had a geography teacher; sallow, surly, prematurely balding and sinewy of build who was a genuinely quick bowler. No helmets in those days, though I was wearing a box (I wasn’t totally suicidal).

There’s a reason for all this recent nostalgia, which is a looming birthday, and boy do they loom when you reach my vintage. Nothing to celebrate except still being here, which is actually in all seriousness something to be grateful for. 

In other news, at the suggestion of the lovely Kate Evans, editor at Ipso, I’ve begun another Jericho Society novella, this one (my third) entitled, The Boston Artifact. Almost 20 pages in and it’s going well. The plan is to write a few of them – all at 25, 000 words or so – and bundle them together. I do like writing to this length and Kindle and the other reader device platforms have made it practical. Can you give someone a genuine fright in fewer that 100 pages? I’m inclined to think so …

F.G. Cottam's photo.
 
 

‘A treasure trove of dark dreams and sinister sorcery’ –The Times

I’d like to send you a book, for free – the debut appearance of my favourite character, Ruthie.  

You just need to tell me where to send it…

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