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Tom Cox
Tom Cox's books include Villager, 1983, the Sunday Times top ten bestseller The Good, The Bad And The Furry, the Wainwright Prize-longlisted 21st-Century Yokel & Help The Witch, which won a Shirley Jackson Horror Writing award. He lives in Devon.
Some Maps and Charts By Me
Writing
A Few Of The Many Houses I Won't Be Purchasing This Year
1. Cornwall Sometimes I drive to see empty houses I can’t afford. The more dilapidated the better is the general rule. It’s a combined symptom of my obsession with abandoned buildings being reclaimed by nature and the arguably contradictory materialist part of my personality which is in awe
A Few Of The Many Houses I Won't Be Purchasing This Year
Writing
Photos Of Some Unreconstructed Rural Men I Have Known And A Few Recollections Of My Time With Them
JOHN I first met John on a brutally crowded train from Birmingham to Devon. It turned out our reserved seats had been commandeered by two members of the same shrill family from Tamworth and that got us to talking. He could not have looked more out of place, standing there
Photos Of Some Unreconstructed Rural Men I Have Known And A Few Recollections Of My Time With Them
Clarification on the last post
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PHOTOS OF SOME UNRECONSTRUCTED RURAL MEN I HAVE KNOWN AND A FEW RECOLLECTIONS OF MY TIME WITH THEM
Writing
The True Stories Behind Some Of The Photos In The 1970s Habitat Catalogues
Serendipity Range (1971) 11.39am. Carol’s head felt like a fire in a neglected pedal bin. The vodka had been a mistake, the downers a larger one. There would be no chance of making it to her aunt’s luncheon now and all hope of a reconciliation would be
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The True Stories Behind Some Of The Photos In The 1970s Habitat Catalogues
Serendipity Range (1971) 11.39am. Carol’s head felt like a fire in a neglected pedal bin. The vodka had been a mistake, the downers a larger one. There would be no chance of making it to her aunt’s luncheon now and all hope of a reconciliation would be
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HELLO! (A little bit of an explanation about why I am here.)
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Excerpts From My Notebooks
* A friend met me at the pub and told me he had been clearing out his gran’s house. One thing he’d found in the house was a knitted effigy of the man who had run off and abandoned my friend’s pregnant aunt. Into the effigy had been