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107% funded
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The Afterlife's biggest rock festival is interrupted when headliner John Lennon vanishes; now promoter Felix Romsey has to get him back

Felix Romsey’s Afterparty is a rock festival with a big difference. Put it this way: this year’s lineup includes Elliott Smith, Minnie Riperton, Serge Gainsbourg, Kurt Cobain, Whitney Houston, Michael Hutchence and, making only his second live appearance since his death: John Lennon. It’s the Glastonbury of the Afterlife; the place where dearly departed music fans can let off steam to the sounds that soundtracked their lives, and where late rock stars can be rock stars again. Flamboyant, acerbic promoter Felix Romsey and his amiable assistant Adrian “Podge” Jones frantically ride the anticipation among the capacity crowd and a backstage area chockful of celebs; with the stakes this high, they’d be anxious even if everything were running smoothly.

But lately, things have most definitely NOT been running smoothly. The recently-arrived David Bowie has been snagged by a rival promoter, and Felix has reason to believe that a plot to oust him as the Afterlife’s preeminent rock impresario is afoot. And when headliner John Lennon, just as he’s drawing breath to sing his first note onstage, vanishes - no, I mean really vanishes - Felix and Podge have no choice but to find out who’s behind the sabotage, and to try and rescue their star attraction – and their festival’s reputation – before it’s too late. Early in their search they run into the inscrutable Jane Brown, who at first encounter seems little more than a Lennon superfan, but proves to be invaluable, introducing Felix and Podge to the chilling possibility that their quarry mightn’t be up here, but in fact, down there…

Felix Romsey’s Afterparty is a novel for anyone who’s ever heard the cliché “the great rock festival in the sky” and spent a few fleeting moments wondering what said celestial festival – and indeed, the reality it inhabits – might really be like.

Tim Thornton was born over 40 years ago in Darlington, England. At the age of four he started drumming on things and, despite his parents bribing him with a guitar, has rarely stopped since. In 2005, after years farting about with pop groups of varying genre and gruesomeness, he began drumming for onetime DJ and producer Fink, who promptly added bass player Guy Whittaker and became a band. The trio have toured relentlessly and released five studio albums for Ninja Tune, including 2011’s Perfect Darkness, described by the BBC as "a writhing, surprisingly meaty addition to the over-crowded singer-songwriter genre". Along the way Tim did what most drummers have threatened to do but have rarely managed: write a novel about being an obsessive alcoholic superfan. The Alternative Hero was published by Jonathan Cape in 2009, described by The Guardian as "the indiest book of all time"; a second book, Death of an Unsigned Band, followed in 2010. Tim regularly writes for The Huffington Post.

Felix texts me at 8.30am to say John Lennon will be early.

I wasn’t asleep. I’d been awake since about five, going over a few things in my head, ruminating, worrying. I made coffee at six, gazed over the lake for a while, watched the sun come up. As usual, a pretty underwhelming experience. It hovers near the horizon for a while and then just plops itself into the sky, like someone’s flicking a switch somewhere. Perhaps they are. Then I put some music on, did a bit of pacing. I’ve become very good at pacing. I finally lay back down at about ten to seven, but no sleep came. I’ve only had four hours, but of course that doesn’t matter. We don’t need sleep, but people do it anyway.

So Lennon was supposed to arrive at eleven, but Felix says he’s boarding the Trav right now. Everyone’s always early around here. Drives me nuts. Anyway: zone T136 to zone T109 takes about an hour, so he’ll be arriving at approximately half nine. I’d better get my shit together. I sigh and swing my feet out of the bed onto the permanently fluffy white carpet. It always amuses me, this carpet; it looks straight out of a display home for a 1980s housing development in Florida or somewhere. Actually, that goes for the interior of my whole house. Yellow walls and pastel sofa covers. Too many cushions. Nondescript art in rubbishy gold frames. Glass coffee tables with those horrible curvy metal legs that I always bash my ankle on. Felix says this is the kind of stuff they give you when they don’t know what you really want. Fair point, I suppose; I never did have a particularly strong sense of home style. Of course, I could swap some of it at a Memory Store. But who can be arsed to do that?
My wardrobe, however, they got right. Decent jeans and a few combats, DMs, a couple of jackets: a reasonable denim one, a bashed up leather like De Niro’s in Midnight Run – nice touch – and a geeky blue blazer with a few badges, CND, Screamadelica, Meat Is Murder. Then an okay selection of T-shirts: Pixies, Cure, Joy Division, that kind of thing… and Glastonbury 2004, the first year I went with Saffron, coincidentally or not. So I don’t have to fake anything there, at least.


Editing, editing, editing...

Tuesday, 29 August 2017

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Editing can be a queasy process. I can already tell that the editor who's been assigned to Felix is excellent: measured and often quite bold suggestions from someone who clearly knows what they're doing. Naturally, being a musician, I'm comparing it to the comments of a record producer - "Why don't you do it like this?" "Have you ever thought of changing the key?" "Does it have to have a guitar…

Gone to Editor!

Monday, 17 July 2017


That feeling when you send your completed manuscript to your new editor for the first time... is it a little like sending off your child for the first day at school, leaving you to spend the rest of the day nervous that they're going to come home either crying at how hideous it all was, or so grown-up and changed beyond all recognition that you're the one who bursts into floods of tears?


We've done it!

Sunday, 18 June 2017


I wanted you, as fantastic novel supporters, to be the first to know... WE'VE DONE IT! That's right, with your amazing assistance we've hit 100% funded with almost two weeks to spare. That's really quite amazing.

Sorry to sound all Churchillian, but this is not, of course, the end - not even the beginning of the end - but it is perhaps the end of the beginning. Fully funded means the work starts…

Me talking on Matthias Hombauer's podcast

Tuesday, 6 June 2017

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Greetings all - and welcome to those who've recently funded the novel - you are, of course, awesome.

83% funded right now... 127 backers... less than a month to go so please keep on speading the word!

Matthias Hombauer, as well as being a great photographer, a jolly nice chap AND a Felix-supporter (and a very generous one at that) has also made his own excellently put-together PODCAST... and…

Felix - the festival poster

Wednesday, 10 May 2017


Even festivals in the Afterlife need a bit of promotion. Below is a fabulous depiction of what a Felix Romsey's Afterparty poster might look like... based on the line-up for the year in which my novel is set.

I think you'll agree it looks bloody brilliant, and I'd like to thank Dawn Kelly for her great design - she also did the graphics for the short film The Five Wives And Lives Of Melvyn…

We streak past the 50% mark... and 2 more excerpts... and Fink posts about the campaign... and stuff

Monday, 24 April 2017


Once again, a very large and Easter-chocolate-filled THANKS to everyone who has sent their hard-earned pounds/euros/dollars/etc virtually winging their way towards the Unbound bank account in support of Felix Romsey's Afterparty. As I write we are hurtling towards a nice fat 53% funded, which - before even the end of the campaign's first month - I'd venture is a pretty rocktastic result.


Felix on the Huffington Post

Saturday, 1 April 2017


Greetings - and THANK YOU to those who've just supported Felix Romsey's Afterparty, you really are ruddy marvellous.

This is just a quickie to say I've penned a new Huffington Post blog about why the blithering heck I decided to write a novel about rock festivals in the Afterlife, and you can read it by clicking these magic words right here.

I went to Unbound's - the publishers - office on Thursday…

Welcome - and thank you!

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

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We launched the campaign for my third novel FELIX ROMSEY'S AFTERPARTY yesterday and I must admit I'm overwhelmed (and slightly relieved) at the response. We're currently 23% funded in just 24 hours... that's almost A Percent per hour (forgive me for the massively technical maths lingo). But with these crowdfundy things, it's often a marathon, not a sprint, so it's up to me, with your kind assistance…

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