Englishman, writer and actor. Boyfriend, fianc e, now husband, and eloper to France, and then to Spain, where he now lives in peace and love, with wine, cheese, tapas, his man and his dogs.
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The book, the man.
I wrote this over a three year period, for many reasons.
Synopsis:
'A night at Turnpike Lane'
'The enormous size of the bloke's penis was the least of my worries: how it fucked the rest of my life was the worst thing about that night.'
The culmination of his life so far, this one event would lead to Mr. Lucky's whole life pivoting on its axis.
Mr Lucky: a boy; a man; a nascent homo; an unworldly queer.
Mr. Lucky blunders his way through a life of confusion, and loss, driven always by the need for love, the need for sex, the need for approval, all of which inevitably, lead him to a place of silent abuse and then of crucifying shame - until he finally meets the Man in the Big Red Shoes.
Mr. Lucky is lucky after all.