David John McKee was born (on 2nd January 1935) and brought up in Tavistock, South Devon.  He studied at the Plymouth College of Art and, af...

As their new novel, The Screaming Dead , is launched, I hand over the blog to a guest post with a difference from my old partners-in-crime R...

To mark the publication of her next collection, I Spit Myself Out , here's a guest post from my friend Tracy Fahey Eighteen unsettling n...

A few weeks back, intrigued by the write-up, I decided to give The Silent Partner a chance and recorded it from the excellent Talking Pictu...

When I discovered that a British artist was responsible for not only my favourite Bond film poster ( which I wrote about here ) but also man...

We’re living in extraordinary times and, it seems to me, it’s even more important now to seek out and acknowledge the bright spots of humani...

The fourth in an occasional thread celebrating old-school paperback novelisations from the 70s and 80s, which are now mostly forgotten.  We...

Usually, to round off a blogging year, I do a post about my creative exploits in the past twelve months but, to be honest, I didn’t feel lik...