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This is an exhilarating, lively and at times full-tilt story about Juan my lovable rogue character from Santiago the pumping heart capital of Chile. The story is set against the majestic backdrop of the Andes mountain range that forms the backbone of South America. Juan is a smart dude he is the youngest in the family, to his father who works a way during the week at a copper mine in the Atacama Desert he’s an adorable saint, but to his mother and other members of the family he’s a lovable rogue capable of getting up to allsorts of mischievous jaunts. The story is about a charity football scheme Juan has in mind to raise money for the local community especially the district kids that hang about on the streets. He hears that David Beckham a world-renowned football who he has idolised all his life is in town. He conjures up a plan to get David Beckham involved in his hair-brain charity venture. As I said Juan is a smart dude he’s very good at playing his mother and father off to get his way, while his dream is to be a world-renowned international footballer like his hero David Beckham he knows only the chosen few reach that status, so he has a plan B. Plan B to secure his future is all about Artificial Intelligence to be precise Robots. I love this character and we all need a plan B in our lives.
I was born on a warm summer’s evening to Irish immigrants. My father was born in Ireland under British rule, he kept British citizenship, which allowed him to join the British Royal Air Force and follow a career in aero engineering at Rolls Royce in Derby. My mother was actually born in Manhattan New York but after the tragic death of her father when she was just seven months old led her mother eventually having remarried several years later to return to Ireland, it was there on the wild west coastline my mother spent much of her childhood.
In August 1957 my parents married and settled in Derby where my brother and I along with our late sister grew up. On reflection we weren’t particularly financially well off but there again nor where the kids that we grew up with, so we were non the wiser. However my parents instilled in us to respect others and to do things with our lives that they weren’t able to do.
When I was at school I excelled in Geography looking at all the different places in the world. So I suppose it was that geographical background coupled with wanting to achieve things that my parents weren’t able to do so, that set me on my worldly travels.
The excitement of travel coupled with the allure of seeing different cultures especially the many facets of kid’s lives in those places in contrast to my own narrow childhood inspired me to write the book. I want kids to see beyond their own streets and their smartphones and I hope that when they’ve read the book they will start to see that different kids from dissimilar places in the world live and experience contrasting lives and some of those lifestyles can be defined as harsh. But above all I hope it inspires some of my young readers to follow in my footsteps and witness life in all its forms.
The one thing that I’ve learnt in life is that theory in itself is fine but putting that theory into a practical form like a book is somewhat different. I suppose what I’m trying to say here is having an idea for a book and actually writing it and promoting it to the public is a far cry from the initial notion. So what made me take the leap from the first mental pictures to transferring them to words on a page that kids and adults alike can read any where in the world, well that hawks back to my parents encouragement wanting me to achieve things they couldn’t.
As a child writing never came easy to me, and when I look back at some of the letters I wrote to my parents from boarding school I can only hang my head in shame. I suppose being a boy more interested with what was going on in the school playground rather than the classroom would lead my mother who was by then an English teacher to tearing her hair out, the look of despondency written on her face as she tried to get me to read a single page of a book only to hear me begrudgingly recite a page in front of her and asking having got to the end of the page, ”can I go now.” Little did I know then that not having the ability to read and write properly would set me back in life, something I later rectified. So kids you can change but go and see the world in all its beauty, and don’t forget respect all nations.