Heart research donations via my book

If you donate anything here on this platform, after having received a copy of my Book "The Cobbler's Children Were the Worst Shod" I'll donate what you've paid to heart research in the UK (less the postage cost which is £3). Currently my nominated charity is the British Heart Foundation.

If you haven't received a book but came here from a link, the signed 116pp softback 8 x 10 quality publication is also available for £10 plus P&P from EBay here.

See the landing page at bigfrogsmallpond.co.uk for more details.

If you would like a PDF format ebook, please donate a fiver here on this platform and then use the below form to message me;I'll email you a PDF version of the book.

http://bigfrogsmallpond.co.uk/contact/

Here's a bit about the book:

After some 40 years as a professional photographer / journalist / copywriter and jack-of all trades, I have to confess that I've not avoided alcohol over all that time. In fact, I've been a fairly copious drinker. And then some.

Unfortunately, this means that after a recent heart problem diagnosis, I'm soon to have to cut right down on the electric lemonade. But, all those 40 years have been a lot of fun, so I thought I'd celebrate them and entertain people with some of the interesting anecdotes that photography has afforded me over those four decades. As I've no children, there's really no proof that I even existed in the longer term, so I thought I'd produce a legacy publication.

Imagine Frank McCourt meets Johnnie Knoxville via Hunter S Thompson in this collection of bizarre stories of a life behind the lens. Sometimes poignant, often funny and always thought-provoking, I have produced this publication to entertain its readers and also raise money for UK heart research. Here's a typical screenshot of one of the 40 odd stories:

If your favourite activity of an evening is making lavender bags with your maiden aunt, this publication probably isn't for you. However, if you're the sort of person who wakes up in your clothes in the early afternoon, pulls on a pair of shoes and goes straight back to the pub you poured out of 12 hours ago, it almost certainly is.