Welcome to the Felixstowe Authors Directory — a growing showcase of writers living in or connected to Felixstowe. From memoirists and mental health advocates to crime novelists and children’s storytellers, this page celebrates the literary talent emerging from our Suffolk…
Date: Saturday 15th FebruaryVenue: Felixstowe Rugby ClubOccasion: VP (Vice Presidents’) DinnerGuests: Players past and present, club supporters, sponsors, and the wonderfully mad world of grassroots rugby. When the invite to attend Felixstowe Rugby Club’s legendary VP Dinner arrived, I didn’t…
Date: March 4th, 2022Location: Ipswich, SuffolkOccasion: Saying farewell to a mate — and unexpectedly appearing in a movie. I headed into Ipswich on a cool Friday in early March 2022 for what was supposed to be a standard send-off for…
My involvement with websites dates back to the mid-to-late 1990s, a period when dial-up internet was still a novelty and building a website meant teaching yourself every step. My first real foray into digital content began during my time writing…
Written: February 2nd, 2019 — Before Watty Got the Sack There’s an old saying: “Don’t cut off your nose to spite your face.” It may not be the most poetic phrase, but it certainly sums up my long-standing (and largely…
Is childhood memory a faithful reflection, or just fragments shaped by family tales and trauma? In this candid, gritty, and occasionally comical account, I revisit the earliest recollections of my 1970s/80s upbringing on a run-down council estate in Felixstowe—burns units,…
I wasn’t born to be an athlete. Short, fat, blind as a bat—three things that don’t exactly scream “sporting prowess.” And yet, I’ve had my moments. Some tragic, some triumphant (ish), all of them very, very real. From football humiliation…
Believe it or not, I once held a world record. Well, almost. Despite a life that’s been more pub lunches and Paul Heaton gigs than trophies and titles, there was a moment—just one—where I achieved greatness. And no, it wasn’t…
In early 1997, I was living in a council bungalow in Trimley with my dad. Life wasn’t ideal, but it was ticking along. That all changed one Saturday in October. That evening, I’d been asked to run a music quiz…
Introduction My father, Terence James Versey—known to most as Terry or, as I’ll refer to him here, TV—was born on 30th September 1947, the first child of Francis and Mary Versey, better known as Jimmy and Molly. Over the next…