A Song and Dance
A True Story. I’m in a writers group. I had missed a meeting and they told me that a music producer had been there, looking for lyrics writers. I got the contact details and made an appointment. I met with the record producer, a bitter, twisted old man. I was surprised to find he was… Continue reading
An Anglo-Indian diarist and fantasist. I played guitar in a rock band until destiny took to me to Barcelona where I had a horrific motorcycle accident and took to composing outlandish stories while lying on my death bed. Fortunately, I was in the wrong bed.
The sequence of these events is almost certainly correct and most of the facts are indisputable.