Richard Todd was born in the Swinging Sixties. The apple never falls far from the tree: fifty years on he lives fifteen miles from the spot of his birth. Along the way he has failed to become a landscape architect but succeeded in graduating in Philosophy and English.
To pay for sins in past lives, he works as a lawyer by day to pay the bills. By night he plays the guitar and writes as best he can.
Provided by his father with wildly inappropriate hard-boiled fiction to read as a child in the place of children's books, the seed was sown to seek to tell tales of losers, drunks and killers.
This is his first effort to have one of those tales published.