Tom Pollard

Tom Pollard was born in London back when it was a proper city, back when people queued for buses, buses which you could jump on and off before the bus stop, and where you could smoke on the top deck before going to a pub which would shut at three in the afternoon. Believing that the M25 has occult properties and is a boundary that can never be crossed, he has been trapped in London ever since.

Tom spent nearly ten years as a screenwriter in the Britsh film and TV industry and developed scripts and storylines for things which you might have seen and which he can only apologise for. In his defense, he needed the money. Cheapened and humiliated by a decade of allowing stupid people to tell him how and what to write, he abandoned screenwriting and wrote comedy sketches for radio for a bit, which was enjoyable but paid so little that scientists still argue over whether the money actually exists beyond the quantum level. Having won awards for short stories in the past, Tom turned his wandering attention to writing a novel. Enjoying that more than anything he has ever written, Tom is now writing a second novel about his experiences as a whore. Or scriptwriter, as they are also called.

Tom has been a warehouseman, librarian, labourer, gardener, porter, taxi driver, drunkard, tramp, liar and thief, and should never be left alone in your house. Never ask him about the state of contemporary film and televison scriptwriting as you will not be able to stop the resultant monologue.

Tom is married to a real-life woman and has two children and a mentally unstable dog, all of whom are infinitely more talented and interesting than Tom himself.

The Space Requiem is his first novel.