From conversations I’ve had, finishing your first book sends you one of two very different directions.

It’s either “thank the good Lord that’s over – I’m never writing another chapter in my life” or less common – “that wasn’t so bad after all – I might have another crack.”

I was in the later category, thought there was a fair old gap in between the dips into the literary well.

The first published work came in the mid 90s, the joint biography of a couple of rugby mates. Perfect Union was the title – you can still find it on ebay every now and then. If you find more than one, let me know – my only copy is home to half a cup of cold coffee.

(Unknown author…pffffftttt! Don’t go telling my mother that).

The next book, Bubble Boys wasn’t completed until 2013 – there’s still of a few of those available. If you love sport and have some strong views about the behavior of our professional athletes, it may well be worth a read. Click here.

Since then, all the books have been privately commissioned, and self published. One subject printed just eight copies. It’s a shame he’s so private – quite often the most interesting stories centre around understated types who wonder why anybody would be interested in what they’ve achieved.

Anyway, I might have another crack. No shortage of stuff – and people – to write about.