Group members:
Pete Belcher: Pete was born at some point in the last century, much to everyone's surprise, and later educated at any establishment that would take him, finding a natural aptitude for barely getting by. When, after what seemed like a lifetime spent in further education, it became obvious that books and records wouldn't buy themselves he became what was then seen as a bit of a rarity, an employee who actually enjoyed his job. A mug by profession, he spent an inordinately silly amount of time drinking coffee and talking rubbish to any who would listen, and many who wouldn't. He now lives in deepest, darkest rural Somerset with his wife and two children and an ever evolving menagerie of pets in a world of his own. He took up writing short stories ten years ago because there didn’t seem to be the kind of story out there that he wanted to read, and continues to do so because it’s cheaper than therapy.
Norman Povey: Hi, I'm Norman Povey, Pontypridd born in 1944 - I know it's long ago (I'm the only 'Ponty Boy' who's never met Tom Jones). I served Queen and Country, man and boy, for 19 years from 1960, i.e. drank lots of beer in RAF NAFFI's home and abroad. The next 28 years were spent driving round the West Country admiring the views and eating pasties, occasionally servicing medical equipment and then repairing said servicings. I became redundant due to digitalisation and, knowing big words like that, marmalade and corrugated (Old Welsh rugby joke) I joined Twyford Writers. The rest as they say is history, or poetry, or fiction, or . . .
Julie Hubbard: Hello, my name is Julie Hubbard, I was born in jolly old Tiverton on st. Swithin's day 1963 and yes it was raining. I live with my long suffering husband and two teenage daughters in total chaos and bewilderment. Death metal belting out from one room and R & B from another. In the middle, I try to write great masterpieces, I have not succeeded yet but like the poor deluded fool I am, I keep on trying and dreaming. I dally in poetry from time to time, being inspired by the country rambles I take with my dog Duke. I love all things mythical and mystical, so basically I spend much of my time with my head firmly ensconced in the clouds!
Tony Harvey: I was born in the wagon of a travelling show. My momma used to dance for the money they'd throw. Poppa would do whatever he could. Preach a little gospel. Sell a couple bottles of...oh no that wasn't me was it? Born and raised in a Hovis mining town in Yorkshire, I grew to be a fine figure of a man (so what happened? I hear you cry!). Then much wine, not so much women and a fair amount of song (and more wine) later I came to where I am today, which is here. I am a post modern pagan with leaning towards psuedo-christian-Buddhism, if you met me you would know how accurate that was. I believe in fairies, Peter Pan and Hiro Nakamura.
