Steve Rudd was born in a prefab in Hull, East Yorkshire, in 1955, completely naked, unable to walk, talk, or fend for himself. He began writing poetry at school, in common with many other misguided adolescents. Fortunately for all concerned, none of that early work has survived. His chief poetic claim to fame is that he once served Philip Larkin in a bookshop.
Unfortunately for both parties at the time, he mistook the great man for Eric Morecambe. He now has two poetry collections in print with a third, Albion, due in 2012.
His first book, Here Endeth The Epilogue, grew out of a long-standing love affair with the BBC Radio Soap The Archers, and is a collection of blog postings which often took the programme as a starting point, but then rambled off in all directions, seldom retracing their steps, in a weekly picture of life in Huddersfield’s Holme Valley.
The other major love of his life has been The Isle of Arran, the inspiration for the trilogy of travelogues, Arran Diaries, Loitering With Tin Tent, and Two Returns to Arran.
In 2010, a bout of serious illness meant he was confined to hospital for six months, and during that time, conscious of the fact that summer was passing by outside his window, he decided to write down everything he knew about cricket so he could pass on the knowledge to his seven-year-old nephew when he was old enough to understand it. This became Zen and the Art of Nurdling.
He lives in West Yorkshire with a wife, a cat, and a variable number of dogs, but not necessarily in that order. His hobbies include annoying people, lying under the table with an empty can of Special Brew (which is, in itself, a form of prayer) thinking about Abraham Lincoln’s hat, and having staring contests with the linoleum.