<p><strong>Harry H Batsford was born in the East End of London during the 1960’s, then moved to Cheshunt, Herts, after his late father was made redundant in the early 1970’s. His early summers were spent at his Grandmother’s house, while his parents worked, and even though he hated school he nevertheless developed a love of storytelling and jokes from a young age. This is something which he later combined and put to good use when he started to write in earnest.</strong></p><p><strong> </strong><strong>Harry now lives in Cornwall with his family and his Collie, Jess, dealing with the effects of Reiter’s disease and IBS, but preferring the quietness of countryside and wide open beaches to the grime and hustle of East London. </strong></p><p><strong> </strong><strong>When he isn’t bust writing, Harry collects records inspiring his words ever onwards.</strong></p><p><strong> </strong><strong>A tattooed, eclectic, insane, anxious, OTT guy with a crazy sense of humour and an amazing and supportive family.</strong></p>
