biography

Some of the most positive years were spent working for Michael Crichton. He was a great help to me, whether he knew it or not. He had a spiritual side to him that I was really attracted to.

Michael was a genuine guy. A gentleman at all times. And he was really good to me and the kids. He was always asking how their basketball games went, or what they scored on a test that day.

Thanksgiving at Michael's was always very stressful. It was a lot of work, and there were a lot of important guests along with friends and family. I needed everything to be perfect.

"You're Who?"

Life on a 45,000 ton troopship is not for the faint hearted.

I'm transferred to another Naval base and start my "education".

1996 was the year that Thyme for Change came to an end, and I felt a bit like I did when I was leaving my house and selling everything again.

The people who came to the events I catered for at the Grolier Club were from the upper echelon of society.

Afternoon tea, that most quintessential of British customs. Many American visitors to the UK still imagine that we are a nation where in the afternoon everything stops for tea. It’s not true.

At 2am, with work the next morning, Sharon went outside to hail a cab and I helped her sister and friend with their coats, saying goodnight to all of our cronies at Paddington’s.

I spoke of how mum, also blind, eloped.

Since I’d worked as a manager and chef in a five star hotel, I had the experience the Grolier Club was looking for. The Grolier Club decided I met the qualifications and they hired me.

Sharon’s story begins in Weirton, West Virginia, and culminates in New York. “Almost Heaven, West Virginia.” Life was good there.

(This is probably the chapter I got the most enjoyment out of writing)

After a few months back in Leicester, I was feeling bored again. I decided to get out for good.

After the Grand Hotel I decided I’d take a bus down South and then catch a ferry to the Isle of Wight, which is a little island off the South coast of England, not far from the seaside town of Bourn

For the first time in my life I was alone. Both my brother and sister had moved out by now and I was thrown head over heels out into the world I wasn’t really prepared for.

It was a cold January morning in 1977. I was sixteen. I had just opened my eyes, contemplating getting out of bed ready for another lousy day.

Perhaps if I knew that things were going to turn out the way they did, I might have stopped every once in a while and paid a little bit more attention.

A biography about a certain person with no past or history regarding his life.