Lies, a work of fiction, telling of the true loves and wanderings of a rueful Scot, Damned Lies, containing occasional bad language, but never bad grammar, and Biography, in which someone, somewhere, sometime may have experienced incidents somewhat similar to some of those found herein. Inevitable coincidence, as a lot of people have done a lot of things over a lot of years. So, it’s pretty much what it says on the tin. Until it isn’t.
A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C. E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere.
His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success.
He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
You need to meet Pingo - you will laugh with him, you will laugh at him, and from time to time you might just cry with him. And this beautifully written book reveals a secret too. Of course, I can't tell you about that - you need to read it for yourself - you won't be disappointed.