About Scott

I grew up in a small little village in the 1970s and 80s, the youngest of eight children. Life back then was very different, cobbled streets, rag-and-bone men with horse and cart, black-and-white televisions, record players spinning Northern Soul, punk rock, and rock & roll, this was the backdrop of my youth. We didn’t have much money, but we didn’t really think about it. We had imagination, freedom, and each other.

With five sisters and two brothers, hand-me-downs were just part of life, though I drew the line at pencil skirts. If we wanted bikes, we built them. If we wanted go-karts, we made them from scraps found at the local tip. There were no phones, computers, or social media, just long days outdoors creating adventures from nothing. Looking back now, those simple times gave me the greatest gift of all: a vivid imagination.

I was always a dreamer and a bit of a wanderer. I never really followed the crowd and often found myself getting into mischief or chasing adventures that existed mostly in my own head. School was difficult for me. Today, I would probably have been diagnosed with ADHD or dyslexia, but back then you were simply told to “try harder.” The frustrating part was that my head was full of stories I desperately wanted to tell, but I struggled to find the words or confidence to put them down on paper.

Home was loving in its own quiet way. We weren’t a family of hugs or deep conversations, but there was strength, resilience, and an understanding that everyone just got on with things. Like many children of that generation, I was a latchkey kid who learned independence early.

As a boy, I dreamed big. One week I wanted to plan the crime of the century like something out of a movie, or be an assassin for higher to protect my country, the next I wanted to become a PE teacher because I loved sport and gymnastics. But deep down, I think I was always meant to live creatively and chase stories wherever they led me.

After a short time in the Parachute Regiment, which ended due to injury, life unexpectedly took me into entertainment. I returned to work as a lifeguard at Butlin’s Skegness and soon became a Butlins Redcoat. From there, I spent many years performing as a singer, entertainer, and all-round showman. Performing gave me confidence and allowed me to step into worlds far bigger than the little village I came from.

In recent years, I returned to acting work as a support actor, concentrating on ‘Special Action’ roles and I am loving every moment of it, whether wearing armour and carrying a sword, fighting dragons, or standing in the Highlands of Scotland battling immortals. Even now, life still feels like an adventure.

Becoming an author later in life now feels like everything has come full circle. All those years of dreaming, wandering, performing, and imagining stories finally found a home on the page. I may have started late, but I still have many stories left to tell, and I’m grateful every day that I finally found my voice.