Straining Your Psyche Through the Veil

In this compendium, you will find poems that are not too long, that will encourage you to read and enjoy poetry.

Delightfully entertaining, humorous short stories.

Quirky, innovative and thought-provoking observational prose.

And a set of five pieces of written work that the author – so far – has not been able to, or does not want to classify, for want of a superlative title.

Nigel says, “All of my works mentioned above are helping you to escape from the hell of the modern media world, which you are now, unfortunately, standing in up to and over your head.”

This, Mr. Wilson’s second book, Straining Your Psyche Through the Veil, like his first book, Stories for All the Children of All the Worlds, is yet another perfectly fitting key to the unlocking of the door of escapism.

“With my books, I’m pulling you up and away from out of the modern-day brainwashing swamp of the media.”

“Enter and close the door of escapism behind you by opening my book, and now that you have escaped, lock it, by reading and turning the pages!”

To paraphrase and quote Nigel again:

“The book that is now in your hands is your ticket fully out of here.

And so, it is worth more than every penny.

I hope that this for you is naturally and unnaturally clear,

And doubt that that goes for the many.”

Nigel James Wilson was born in Sheffield – the City of Steel – on 20^th of May, 1966. From a very young age, he was working in his and his father’s home and bicycle shop, building bikes and wheels by hand amongst a myriad of other jobs, six days a week. Later serving an apprenticeship in the shop’s cellar and workshop building hand-built bespoke steel cycle racing frames with the master frame builder himself, Nigel’s father, Mr J F Wilson.

Better still, Nigel was brought home there after his birth in Jessop Hospital, to the shop house, and at the time of writing, 55 years later, he is still there, living, working and now writing in a lifestyle unique, in the 102^nd year of his father’s anniversary and his shop’s 73^rd anniversary, which this book happens to mark.

Also, at times when a very young boy, Nigel was entertaining the ladies in his mother’s hairdressing business, Olive’s Salon, that was upstairs in a couple of rooms of the terraced house-cum-bike-shop, just across the landing from his bedroom.