Well, one good thing about Lock-Down and all this ‘STAY AT HOME’ stuff (In Capital Letters) is that I get to finish off a few novels and get them out there, loaded and available to new readers, pushing the steeds out of my stable – which is called, as you know, ‘Scanti-Noir’. (It’s a bit like the books you can get from Sweden and other Scandinavian countries, but that’s ‘Scandi-Noir’ and they are really gloomy. No, I’m not even half way full of gloom. I be a bubbly glass, maties.)
Meanwhile, back in Salford, the spirit of Charles Dickens is alive and well. After all, he started out in life in Debtors’ Prison, so what could be more of a tribute to the great man than for another novelist to come on the scene – and go broke?