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Following on from The Daily Express last week digging out a quote from my book Jose Mourinho: The Art of Winning this week Tribal Football have again delved into my archives to pull out some stuff about Mourinho’s cardboard cutout (with a hidden tape recorder). You can read the piece here.

And you can buy the book here.

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Here’s another one from the archives, covering yet another memorable sporting event from 2001…

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If you’re interested in my more recent sportswriting – perhaps for a Christmas present for one of your nearest or dearest – then here’s the links to my quartet of Manchester United books: Fergie’s Finest: Sir Alex Ferguson’s Greatest Manchester United x11The Pride of All Europe: Manchester United’s Greatest Seasons in the European Cup; Louis van Gaal: Dutch Courage; Jose Mourinho: The Art of Winning.

Devil’s Work for Idle Ink

Posted: September 4, 2017 in Uncategorized

Forgive me. It’s been quite a while since my last post. But I haven’t been completely idle in that time. The devil makes work and all that… So anyway, I thought I’d stop by to share the news with you that one of my all-new short stories ‘Wretched is my Name’, has been picked up for publication by Idle Ink. It’s the 144th short story I’ll have had published, so there.

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Idle Ink is an independent zine published in Hull which features the weird and wonderful inner-workings of emerging creatives. Idle Ink publishes short stories, illustrations, photography, poetry, paintings, articles, memoirs, scripts, comics, essays, sonnets, psychography, vignettes, letters, doodles, hieroglyphics, tantrums, cave drawings, and much more.

Merry Christmas to one and all. I hope you’ve enjoyed opening each of the doors of my advent calendar and have found some hooks in some of the writing I’ve put forward. All the best for the new year.

To Amazon, where a brilliant new review of Small Man Syndrome has swung in on the vine: Raymond Kirby (nepotism alert!) writes:

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Cheers Dad!

Remember, the book is available to purchase here.

Ending the Year with a Big Bang

Posted: December 31, 2015 in Uncategorized

My 2015 as a writer has ended with a bang. My short story ‘Chaos Theory and the Dregs of the Primordial Ooze’ has been published in Issue 1 of Oval Magazine. Check it out here.

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And here’s a quick taster:

Chaos Theory and the Dregs of the Primordial Ooze, by A. J. Kirby  

Started on the last train. Exeter to Lyme Regis. One Lewis generally avoided because its name was Trouble. Jurassic hot in the carriage and most folk removing their jackets and sweating beer, or wine. Hum of conversation, the compsognathus chirrup of mobile phones. Sighs of relief: those late-runners hadn’t been left to camp out on the station platform overnight, or else haunt the tarpit streets, waiting for the first train in the morning. Tyrannosaurean yawns and creaking seats as people settled down for the journey. Some people cracked cans of beer. 

There was a loud, hydraulic hiss and the double-doors at the end of the carriage sighed open. A hunting party of young lads boistered inside. They were all baseball caps and low-slung jeans, moon-boot trainers and slouching, hooded tops. They gave off their own steam.

Just two days remaining until Halloween. Are your nerves suitably shredded yet?

HANGINGToday I’m featuring another novelette; Hangingstone (White House Press, 2015).

Buy now as an ebook or paperback, or read the serialised version which was published online by Leeds-based arts and creatives website The State of the Arts, here.

‘Hangingstone’ is a supernatural tale of madness, motherhood, and revenge.

Set on the wild Yorkshire moorland near Ilkley, it is the story of one mother’s desperate attempts to reconcile herself with the (ghostly) child who was taken from her many years ago.

Hangingstone Rocks are two monoliths of millstone grit which look out upon the seemingly idyllic town of Ilkley, a place which has stored up a wealth of terrible memories, particularly in its treatment of our less than fortunate mother, who returns to the rocks again and again in order to try and find a way back into the past, to the moment her child was taken away from her.