Ray Cowie

My name is Ray Cowie. I'm a fifty-year-old child with a caffeine addiction and quite a cockeyed, some might say warped sense of humour.

A bit late in life I know, I decided to go back to what I like doing most and that's writing absurd humorous novels, walking TJ the wonder-dog, listening to Northern Soul and moaning at the bloody TV.

Of course, my scribblings won't be everyone's cup of tea, but you could say that about any author, so... please be open-minded and give it a go. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain.

A note to the faint-hearted: If you don't appreciate profanity, sexually explicit content or caustic satire, then perhaps you should find something else to read or visit Switzerland and just get it over with.

I've always been devilishly sharp-witted, even though I say-so myself. Friends love my mordacious sense of humour, at least that's what they tell me. Of course, it may be a totally different story when I'm not in their company, bunch of two-faced lying bastards that they are!

Oddly enough, although I enjoy writing stories, I'm not great at writing about myself. I mean, where do you stop before it becomes nothing but narcissistic, self glorification?

Anyway, I've got novels to write! I may add more later, so you can get to understand me a little bit more and probably want to marry me or send me all your money or stalk me or something I haven't mentioned or nothing at all.