WHERE PLOD FIGHTS
THE WICKED PLOT
AND ZOMBIE-DOM
About the author
James Warren was born in 1952 at Bridgewater in Somerset, a post-war child who destroyed the Rolls Royce of prams, and whose Primary and Secondary Education was an unprecedented disaster, until finally; he attended Damers School in a special section for Dorset’s Thicko’s, and later fortunately, going on to Beaminster Comprehensive School in Dorset. A dynamic school that was to inspire him to become a teacher or lecturer, but such dreams were only to be refuted by a visiting old school Careers Master who told him at the time:
‘Given your past performance, you won’t get any O Levels let alone A Levels! You’d better get a job down a mine or as a farm labourer. On your way out, send in the next pupil will you?’
So not being a whuffo and thanks to Beaminster, he subsequently flew through his studies at the Somerset College of Art, then quickly took off for the London College of Furniture, with formal studies being completed after departing for the real world with a Masters Degree from the Royal College of Art.
During this period; but only after a life threatening aircraft accident mind, he took to hitching from London to Devon every fortnight, in order to undertake flying and parachuting lessons at Dunkeswell Airdrome, only to end up, having a parachuting accident!
In 1984 his life took off again, but this time in a new direction; on taking off for the Seychelles and taking up a post as Producer/Designer at the Ministry of Education. It was here that he wrote miscellaneous articles ranging from film criticism to alien life in our planetary system.
He returned with his family to the United Kingdom in 1988 during a politically and economically turbulant time. Took to living in a caravan to avoid Poll Tax and took up a post as Lecturer in Carpentry & Joinery at Weymouth College and writing articles about greenwood furniture. For his pains he was later made Section Leader, during that disasterous period for England’s previously reputable education, when the lamentable and disreputable N.V.Q.s were being introduced.
Today he lives in France; where due to the French verglas he rolled his beloved Range Rover down the embankment and into the freezing cold river. Spending much time with his head in the air before being rudely brought back down to earth, along with much time abroad, has perhaps given him, an outsiders perspective and perhaps more objective insight into what is going on his beloved England. An England that he frequently visits to partake in the affable company of the genuine West Country people, in what he describes as her sensuous and magical landscape
