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Author Archives: Ray
‘Listening to Warren Beatty being interviewed is like waiting for speech to finish being invented.’ Surprised to find this comment about how slowly film stars speak in order to sound profound – from my Hollywood novel Shadows On A Wall. … Continue reading
My radio play God Bless Our Love (a slimmed down adaptation of my novel Love Out Of Season), which is about a priest and nun who leave their orders to get married, can be heard again next Tuesday, September 23 … Continue reading
You didn’t have to listen very hard this week to hear the cynics mocking when newspapers showed photographs of one year old Prince George reaching to touch the folded wings of a butterfly. ‘Baby looks at butterfly!!’ they scorned. ‘So … Continue reading
Some things you never expect – to check on the sales of Love Out Of Season and see it at number 6 in the Amazon eBook bestsellers this week. Very nice though. Share and Enjoy:
I spent Thursday and Friday at the BBC’s new studios in Manchester as my radio play, “Sorry, Boys,You Failed The Audition”, was recorded. Based on my rather long short story of the same title (and available Amazon) it asks the … Continue reading
At high tide the waves from the Atlantic really rush in at Beg Legeur in Brittany’s Bay of Lannion. It’s a pretty little out of the way place, with its yellow gorse and scattered groups of French families; a good … Continue reading
July 6, 2013: There had never been a rock concert like it. With up to half a million fans picnicking by London’s Serpentine, rumours circulating of a murder, an ad hoc security force of Hells Angels, and on stage three … Continue reading
As dates go October 5, 1962, isn’t famous. They don’t mention it in schools, nobody very important was born or died then and no world changing events made the headlines. Perhaps the most newsworthy event of that day was the … Continue reading
“We goofed,” Paul McCartney said half-jokingly on the morning of December 27th, 1967, trying unsuccessfully to make light of the Beatles’ first disaster. His father, who was staying with him for Christmas, had just brought him the morning papers and the Beatle was sitting in bed reading venomous reviews of the group’s television film which had been shown the previous night.
I, a young reporter at the time, was on the other end of a phone asking for his reaction. Continue reading