With no idea what he wanted to do with his life, he drifted through one or two fairly unfulfilling jobs, including some interesting and occasionally unpleasant times as a door to door salesman, before joining a training school in his local casino.
After six years as a croupier he decided it was time to spread his wings and headed to the city of Thessaloniki, remaining there for several months.
During his time in Greece, he was drawn to the quaint harbours and marinas that were dotted along the coastline from Thessaloniki to the small town of Michaniona. He spent much time at the water’s edge, enjoying the tranquility and soaking up the atmosphere and even perhaps, being subtly inspired to write his first novel.
When personal circumstances made it necessary to leave Greece, he did so with a sad heart, and always felt since that he had left a small piece of himself behind.
Following a short spell back at home, he moved to Ireland where he still lives today.
