About
Born in a British Army camp in 1980s Germany, lived most of my life in Scotland. One of six children, so my childhood was never dull. Husband, dad of two, dog owner. Outwardly a fun-loving sort, actually an avid introvert who does most of this after everyone else has gone to bed.
Self-proclaimed jack of all trades, master of none. I've always liked telling stories and making people laugh, whether volunteering with my gran for Riding for the Disabled as a kid or doing 12-hour shifts in kitchens as an adult. It wasn't until my daughter came along that I realised how much the made-up stories actually landed with people. That, and a little emotional blackmail from her, is how a book happened.
I should warn you: this site contains no pretentious poncery, no pretty boy poses, no filtered duck face galleries. I'm unapologetically lazy, I complain a lot, and I will almost definitely accidentally upset or insult someone. Feel free to nosey around and judge me accordingly.
I used to run a site called Normal Guy Dave. It's gone now, but the good bits have been rescued and live here.
When I had to write an author bio for the book, it felt like writing my own eulogy. "David was a good man. Not as good as Jesus though. He was loved by many. But some think it was probably about time he popped off this mortal coil." The publisher went with something else.