The diary of a bemused Boomer

This is the diary of a bemused Boomer. He is post crash, post covid, post libido and, in many ways, past caring now that his life has become little more than the stale meat in an inter-generation sandwich. Trapped on the tightrope between the demands of his family and his urge to have more ‘me time’, this is what it’s really like in Boomersville. Ecce homo, ecce Boomer, ecce Man in the Middle.

Winner of the Sandstone Short Fiction Prize, Man in the Middle is often seen in  Age Space and The Chiswick Calendar.

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I want to be Lord Frost’s Brexit Svengali

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