Hiding Behind The Couch

HIDING BEHIND THE COUCH is a series of novels and short stories about a group of nine friends - The Circle - who first met at school.
They've been described as the literary equivalent of 'Take That' - there's a character to suit everyone.
Why not dip into the story and see what you think?


I write character-driven stories, but they can be about ANYTHING and I don't like to stick to one genre. Thus, there's some CONTEMPORARY ROMANTIC FICTION that's LGBTSQ (i.e. it's about people, people!), plus a little SCI-FI FANTASY of the amateur quantum physics (time travel-ish) variety and a little HISTORICAL FICTION too!

Not Fiction

I'm a social scientist, specifically of identity politics and the radical deconstruction of gender and sexuality. In non-jargon, imagine a world where your gender isn't on your birth certificate, you can marry who you like, wear what you like, cats and dogs, living together, mass hysteria... BUT it doesn't have to be! Just imagine.

From My Blog

27th June, 2016

Fall apart or fall together

The people in my life know very well that I...tend to rant. Most of the time when I'm online or in public, I tone it down to avoid conflict. If I see injustice, I'll speak out (I try not to when it's...

22nd June, 2016

WIPpet Wednesday - Reunions #amwriting #hbtc #lgbtq

I ignored my calendar nag to post on Monday, so I figured, rather than let the week pass by (again), I'd throw out a snippet from Reunions, which is kind of going well. It's currently a little over...

13th June, 2016

No matter how many #amwriting #lammy #orlandostrong

Every Monday, iCal nags me. De-Blog...De-Blog...De-Blog...every half an hour until I either dismiss it (which defeats the purpose of me having set it to nag me in the first place), or I write a blog...


Those Jeffries Boys

    “Alright, bro? We’ve got a problem.”
    Andy lifted Rosie’s bottom and slid the clean nappy underneath. “Can’t you start a convo with ‘how’s it hanging’ or something?”
    “Alright, bro? How’s it hanging? We’ve got a problem.”
    Andy gave up. “What this time? You need me to fly out to Tristan da Cunha?”
    “Not who, what.”
    “You lost me.”
    “No surprises there.”