Nigel was born into a family in 1959 which was fragile and would succumb to conflicts of ideology and lifestyle, the latter itself at the time being considered a matter of philosophical consideration. Nigel left for the counter-culture at the age of twelve and was afterwards placed in the care of the local authorities and then the psychiatric system just before his fourteenth birthday. Enduring enforced E.C.T and intramuscular injections of Chlorpromazine (Largactil) by the age of sixteen. It looked rather like a hellish vortex for some time, but as a consequence of both his creative writing (this is his sixth book with Chipmunkapublishing) and the discipline of academic work: B. A (Hons) 2:1, Dip. H. E. Humanities, Dip H.E. (Open) with the Open University, a Certificate in English Studies from Warwick University and currently Nigel will soon be beginning the final year of a Humanities Degree in Creative Writing. He has risen from the bowels of Hell. Nevertheless, in the manner of Coleridge's Mariner: I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach. - Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
