Courtney Hulbert served in the British Army's Intelligence Corps during the 1980s in the final stages of which he started this book. Poetry and writing had always been the underlying fabric of his life, but it took seven years at Heathrow Airport and 18 years pimping around the IT circuit - and a pretty poor attempt at giving the darker side of mental and emotional disintegration a go - before he ended up jump starting a new life in Cheltenham, England where he was disgorged from the guts of Wales into the Montpellier Writers' Group. With this talented group of writers having nice things to say about his words, the mesh became strong enough for him to find some confidence in his voice. This book has early echoes of that voice without the strong loving arms of confidence. Other stuff, including a ream of poetry and some short stories can be found - when his web fella pulls his finger out, but in its infancy it has a kind of form - at www.themovingfinger.co.uk

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