Steve Rudd was born in Hull, East Yorkshire, in 1955, completely naked,unable to walk, talk, or fend for himself. He overcame these difficulties and started writing poetry while still at school. Fortunately, none of that early work survives. He has been, at different times in his life, a bookshop manager,a local historian, a direct mail executive (think "posh postman”) and a publisher. His chief claim to poetic fame is that he once served Philip Larkinin a bookshop. Unfortunately for both parties at the time, he mistook the great man for Eric Morecambe.
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.
In 2004 he began writing a blog which eventually became Here Endeth The Epilogue, and grew out of a long-standing love affair with the BBC Radio Soap The Archers, being 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.
After the events in Here Endeth the Epilogue, he took a break from blogging, returning in February2010 with Here Endeth the Epiblog, the blog which forms the basis of this collection, starting with the death of one of his online "friends” and covering the period of his own serious illness in the summer of 2010 and eventual confinement to a wheelchair, leavened with the usual wry observations and weekly grappling with the mysteries of the Bible.
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