Welcome to the brand spanking new blog of James Lauren, author, raconteur and all round good guy.
So exactly who is this James Lauren guy and why is he intent on inflicting this blog on you, and more importantly why does he refer to himself in the third person?
Well, to answer your (or is that his own?) questions in reverse order, the third-person-ness is because James Lauren is not real - he is the alter-ego, pen-name or a real person who's name does not sound at all authorish. The real him, er... me, er... whatever, holds down a sensible, boring, mundane job and would never think of foisting his/my attempts at penmanship on the world.
James Lauren on the other hand...
Anyway, who is James Lauren?
Well James Lauren (only names have been changed) was born in Yorkshire, England in 1966, the year England won the football (or soccer for any US readers) World Cup, and just as Leeds United began their golden period. This has of course led to unrealistic expectations and a lot of disappointment in the years since!
It was also the same year that Star Trek was born, and only three years before man first set foot on the moon, and this has lead to a lifetime of waiting for the little green men to arrive and an interest in speculative fiction, whether that be in the written or visual form.
His sense of humour (such as it is) was developed watching the Carry On films and The Benny
Hill Show, honed on Benson and Blackadder and polished by Douglas Adams and
He first tried his hand at writing in the early 90's, but life got in
the way, as it often does, and his literary aspirations were put on ice
for the next twenty years before becoming an itch that just had to be
He now lives in south Staffordshire with his wife, two kids and a dog,
holds down the aforementioned sober and sensible job in the daytime, but at night (and
possibly also at weekends if his wife lets him!) James Lauren comes out