Julian Francis

In a dusty corner of the loft sits a box of old photos – I’ve been meaning to sort it out for decades now. But there’s always something more important to be getting on with. And the loft is too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter. You know how it is. Writing stories is an alternative to sorting out that box. And, anyway, I don’t have anyone to hand the photos on to – so what would be the point?

Regarding this page, I don’t really feel the urge to share any more of my personal details beyond those which sneak into the stories. And, I’m afraid, I don’t do social media or any of that sort of thing. Sorry.

What I suppose is undeniable, is that I’m getting on a bit (although I still don’t really believe it). But the proof is there – I now find myself strangely drawn towards beige clothing with too many pockets.