Andrew James
Andy worked in commercial television, live events and brand consultancy before buying a contract publishing agency in 2005, which he ran until its sale in 2010. Since then he has worked as a media and business consultant, notably to an importer of delightful wine.
He spent his teenage years employed at the Whitehall Theatre, where he studied for school exams in the lighting box watching such formative productions as What, No Pyjamas? He is a pretty good cook and mediocre musician, has curated a significant art exhibition, climbed Snowdon, ridden motorcycles at ridiculous speeds, had poetry published in Magma Poetry magazine and spent three years living in a church in North Yorkshire, before being reclaimed by London. A lifelong Crystal Palace FC supporter, he is also a devotee of South Africa’s Western Cape. He lives in Southwest London.
Blow Your Kiss Hello is his first novel and a second is underway.
“And if you call me your fucking minder, I’ll put your pretty blond head through that wall and use your arse as a guitar stand. ‘Fair enough?”
“The lights of London are burning bright across my retinas like we finally got our fireworks and I’m greedily breathing in Thea’s perfume as it clings to my receptors and she wraps my soul in a heart-shaped box.”
“I’ve known you for a thousand years –”
“Maybe he’s right,’ she says, meaning the guy on the screen. ‘Maybe we do all exist in some alternative universe and we’re living in other times and places at the same time as we’re living here”