Charles A. Sinclair started life on the rock at the top of the world known as Shetland. A person of small stature like his father, he also inherited his father’s love of music and his acerbic wit. With these attributes in tow, Charles moved to 1970s London to pursue his musical aspirations and where he fell in with the nascent Pub Rock scene, and cut his teeth with the likes of Ian Dury in his pre-Blockheads phase. A pragmatist at heart, Charles pursued a day job that indulged his practical skills: he was a self-confessed engineer. He was also, in his own parlance, a sentimental c***, and this book is the result of his design to retrieve the love of his life, not in a romantic way but as an act of will to be able to move on to his next venture. He died in 2024.
The Big Book of Lies
A rude, mischievous and intensely personal work of science fiction, fantasy and solid British humour, this story draws on an eclectic array of topics from history to physics to art to psychology. It is the story of one man’s odyssey through space and time, from youthful fulfilment of an alien civi...
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