Brian L Porter, a.k.a Harry Porter, a.k.a Juan Pablo Jalisco



Where are you from?

Originally, from an old Liverpool family. I was fortunate to grow up during the era of The Beatles, Gerry and the Pacemakers, Cilla Black, and all the great groups of the Merseybeat era

A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc  

I had a pretty standard education and really completed my education when I joined the Royal Air Force and completed an RAF Apprenticeship.  I’m married and have a son by my previous marriage and a beautiful granddaughter, and two step-daughters.  My wife and I are ardent dog lovers and dog rescuers, and share our home and our lives with ten beautiful rescued dogs. I now write whenever I can and am fortunate to be the in-house screenwriter and a co-producer at ThunderBall Films.


Fiona: Tell us your latest news?

I’ve recently been delighted to hear that WOLF, my latest release, under my Harry Porter name, became a UK bestseller within a week of its release. The book is aimed at juveniles, teens, young adults and even ‘older’ adults and as well as containing the suspense tale of the title, the book also contains a factual and educational section that highlights the plight of the wolf as an endangered species, and has had some terrific reviews since its release. Additionally, my latest novel Avenue of the Dead, (as Brian L Porter), recently received possibly the finest review I have ever been fortunate to achieve for one of my books. A thriller, set in Mexico, Avenue of the Dead is performing very well.  As Juan Pablo Jalisco, my collection of romantic poetry, Of Aztecs and Conquistadors, recently became a triple bestseller, topping the charts at Amazon in the USA, UK, and Canada within the space of two weeks, having previously topped the charts in the USA and UK earlier last year. Also, my short story book for pre-school children, Alistair the Alligator, also became a UK bestseller, and also reached the #2 position in the USA rankings.

Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?

I started writing twenty years ago, at the suggestion of my psychiatrist who suggested that I try writing as a form of therapy following the first of two nervous breakdowns I’ve suffered. I took him up on his suggestion and have since completed twelve novels, two short story collections, and two poetry anthologies. Additionally, I am now involved in writing screenplays for ThunderBall Films, as their in-house screenwriter.

Fiona: When did you first consider yourself a writer?

Probably soon after the release of my first novel, A Study in Red – The Secret Journal of Jack the Ripper, when I was approached by ThunderBall Films who offered me a contract to have my book adapted for film. Since then, each of my books has been accepted for film adaptation. They asked me to co-write the screenplay, and since then I have also become a Co-Producer on a number of ThunderBall’s current slate of movie projects.

Fiona: What inspired you to write your first book?

Following a lifetime’s  interest in the Jack the Ripper murders of 1888 in Whitechapel, London, and after the suggestion from my doctor, I acted on the suggestion of my son and put my years of research into a novel based on the ripper case. The book did so well that I was then inspired to write two sequels, Legacy of the Ripper and Requiem for the Ripper, and a few years later, wrote my favorite book, Behind Closed Doors, a Victorian murder mystery, in which the action takes place simultaneously with the Ripper murders,  with the victims all being found on the carriages of the new Metropolitan Underground Railway, forerunner of today’s London Underground system.

Fiona: Do you have a specific writing style?

With my novels, certainly. I’m a lover of history so each of my novels has a link to some historical moment or feature. This always means my books entail a great deal of research as I always want the facts contained within my fictional tales to be as accurate as possible. I think, over the years, that most of my regular readers have followed my work because of the way I manage to meld fact and fiction together to produce what I hope are quite memorable stories. So, I tend to write from the perspective of a viewer looking in to the story, in the hope that the story on the page becomes an almost ‘visual’ experience, with the reader being able to gain a mind picture of the action taking place in the book. I think, after twenty years pf writing that I’ve managed to perfect the style and it seems to have worked, with Mario Domina, the CEO of ThunderBall Films, who have signed my novels to a movie production franchise deal, describing me as “ a highly visual writer, whose books are almost written as though ready for transferring to the screen.”

Fiona: How did you come up with the titles?

Some of my book titles are easy to create titles for, others a little harder.  For example, Avenue of the Dead was quite easy as it suggests to the reader exactly where the action takes place and is also a very dramatic sounding title, I think. My most successful thriller to date, Purple Death was a little harder. I think I was three-quarters of the way through writing the book before I finally found the title I wanted. I’d discarded about four alternatives as I wanted something that was once more dramatic, but that also had a connection to the action in the book, which is based on a case of a serial killer who uses a little-known, very rare poison as his means of disposing of his victims. The poison is derived from a certain plant, that is quite common in may people’s gardens, and I eventually used the color of the flowers of the plant to produce the simple but dramatic title of Purple Death. Occasionally, I’m able to create something of a cryptic element into a title, as in Behind Closed Doors. As this book commences, readers can be forgiven for thinking the title refers to the murders taking lace within the confines of the carriages of the original London Underground Railway, but later they discover that the title does in fact refer to something far removed from the dark smoke-filled tunnels of the Metropolitan Railway system.

My children’s books of course, are much easier to name, as Wolf is short and to the point and leaves no doubt as to the story inside, and with Alistair the Alligator, once again, all I needed was cute and catchy name for my little alligator that would also read well as a title, and Alistair the Alligator just seemed to roll of my tongue.

Fiona: Is there a message in your novels that you want readers to grasp?

Usually, the message, if there is one, in my novels is  always that right will always triumph over wrong and that good will prevail against evil. I just hate it when the bad guys win.

Fiona: How much of the books is realistic?

As I mentioned earlier, all my books do contain an element of fact, mixed together with my own fictional story. Also, I always make every book as realistic as possible, as even though they may be fictional stories, I ant my readers to feel that every novel is totally believable, and not think to themselves that ‘this is unreal and couldn’t possibly happen’. I seem to have succeeded because I’ve received many messages from people who actually believe that the events in some of my novels are actually real, especially the series of murders in Behind Closed Doors, which many believe to be a historical fact, though I promise you, the murders on the Metropolitan Underground Railway are pure fiction, created from my own mind and imagination.

Fiona: Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

My Jack the Ripper trilogy is based on my own researches and interest in the case of Jack the Ripper over a period spanning nearly forty years, and Avenue of the Dead is based in part on the time I spent in Mexico some years ago, but apart from those instances, the rest of my novels are fiction, pure and simple.

Fiona: What books have most influenced your life most? a mentor?

Wow, that’s a long list, but I’ll try to keep it short. I was very influenced by reading the complete works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, in my teens and later by the book, Jack the Ripper, The Simple Truth, by Bruce Paley. I also love the works of Clive Cussler, (great adventure stories), and the D.C.I Banks series of crime novels by Peter Robinson.

Fiona: What book are you reading now?

I’m currently reading Paydown, one of the Leopold Blake series of Private Investigator novels by Nick Stephenson.

Fiona: Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?

Yes, for sure. There’s horror author, Carole Gill, and U.S author J.M. Northup, and I just love the hilarious comedy horror novels of British author, Tony Lewis.

Fiona: What are your current projects?

I’m currently working on a new crime thriller, A Mersey Killing, set in Liverpool, and spanning three decades, as well as a new children’s book, Percy the Pigeon, again illustrated by the incomparable Sharon Lewis, who did Alistair the Alligator with me. I’m also working on the screenplay adaptation of the novel The Devil Called Collect.

Fiona: Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.

I’ve received immense support, both professionally and personally from Mario Domina, the CEO of ThunderBall Films, who has not only supported and believed in my writing and encouraged me to learn the art of screenwriting, but who has also been tremendously supportive during the bouts of depression that strike me from time to time, something I’ve lived with for nearly twenty years, and from which I’m a chronic sufferer.

Fiona: Do you see writing as a career?

Due to my physical disabilities which prevent me from pursuing my previous career, then yes, writing is really the only thing left that can give me some sense of purpose and achievement in life.

Fiona: If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

Definitely not, Fiona. I’m very happy with the way the latest book turned out.

Fiona: Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

Yes, it all began when I was recovering from my first nervous breakdown and one of the nurses who visited me at home on a regular basis suggested I use writing as a form of therapy. I little realized at the time just how much her advice would impact on my life, so I’d love to say a big thank you here and now, to that lovely lady, whose name was Isobel.

Fiona: Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Okay, sure. I’m currently working on a new thriller, A Mersey Killing, and without wanting to give away too much, here’s a taster. Chapter Two is as yet unedited so please forgive any errors that might be present in the following excerpt.

Excerpt from A Mersey Killing, copyright, Brian L Porter, 2015.

Chapter 2


Liverpool, 1999


Clarissa Drake stood looking down, maybe thirty feet or so, towards the bottom of the old, dried up dock. Turning to the young man beside her, she spoke quietly, as she shivered in the early morning mist that drifted across the landscape from the nearby River Mersey.

“You know, Will, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he looks pleased to see us.”

Before the young man could reply, a deep voice from behind them made them both jump slightly.

“Now then, Izzie, how many times have I told you about that sense of humour of yours?

Turning to face the man behind the voice, Detective Sergeant Clarissa, (Izzie) Drake, found herself staring into the eyes of her boss, Detective Inspector Andy Ross. Detective Constable Will McClennan stood beside her, trying to make himself look small and insignificant in an effort to avoid the wrath of the D.I. Ross in fact, despite his words, had an almost imperceptible grin on his face as he looked sternly at his sergeant.

“I’m sorry sir, but you know how it always affects me, seeing something like this. I’m just trying to lighten the moment a bit, if you know what I mean.”

Ross took a step forward and looked down at the sight that had brought them here in the first place, the grinning rictus of the skull certainly looking to all intents and purposes appearing, as Izzie intimated, pleased to be revealed from its long incarceration in the clinging mud that had only now decided to reveal its macabre secret. Ross knew it had to have been there a long time, as the small wharf and dockside had been abandoned for many years and only now, in the course of urban renovation and improvement, had the collective mass of mud and detritus of years of neglect been slowly cleared away until the discovery of the remains brought all work to a halt. He turned to face the sergeant and the young detective constable who remained rooted to the spot beside her.

“Right then, let’s get on with it. Izzie, try not to assign or assume gender until the doc has examined the remains, as well, OK?”

Izzie nodded.

“And constable?” Ross looked into the eyes of the young detective.


“I’m not going to chew your head off for standing next to the sergeant while she makes frivolous comments, so no need to look like you’re about to be sent back to uniform, okay?”

“Yes, sir, okay sir, I mean thank you sir.”

“How long you been in the detective division, lad?”

“Six months, sir.”

“Lots to learn my boy, lots to learn. Now, let’s get on with the job.”

“Right sir, McClennan replied, following Izzie as she began the descent of the iron-runged ladder that down to the muddy and rank smelling river bed below.

Ross quickly followed the two until all three stood quietly looking at the recently revealed skeletal remains that lay half in and half out of the mostly hard-packed surface of the ground that would once have been the bed of a busy and thriving riverside wharf.

The detectives too care not to approach too close to the remains, not wanting to disturb the scene before the medical examiner had had the opportunity to inspect the scene.

“Anyone know who the duty M.E. is?” Ross asked of no-one in particular.

Izzie Blake provided him with the answer.

“One of the paramedics up there said it’s Fat Willy, sir”

Ross groaned. The nickname Blake used referred to Doctor William Nugent, a brilliant but terribly overweight police surgeon, an expert in forensic pathology, whose unfortunate weight problems had provided the members of Merseyside Constabulary with the excuse to make jokes at his expense, always behind his back of course. A rather dour Scot, the doctor’s accent contrasted with the predominantly local Liverpool accent possessed by most of the local constabulary, some of whom found it difficult to keep up with the doctor’s words at times, though he seemed to have no difficulty with the Liverpudlian accent, having lived in the city for as many years as anyone could remember. Nugent was also something of a stickler for the rules and Ross knew he’d better be on his toes and not cause any disturbance to the scene before him, lest he incur the wrath of the good doctor. Ross held both arms out to his sides, as though indicating an invisible barrier.

“Right, people, no-one gets any closer than this until the doctor arrives. Now, tell me what you see. You first, Sergeant.”

Izzie Drake peered down at the skeletal remains and paused, as she gathered her thoughts. The skull and upper body were for the most part, fully exposed with the abdominal area still covered by a think layer of mud and silt, and the lower legs and feet also exposed to the chill morning air.

“Well, sir, looks to me as though the body has laid there for some time. If you look at the wall of the dock above us, we can see that the mud and silt must have reached up at least ten feet before the workmen started on the reclamation job.”

Ross looked up, nodding his agreement with his sergeant, also taking time to notice the faded lettering on the side of the disused brick built warehouse, which read ‘Cole and Sons’ Importers, many of the letters now indistinct and barely readable. He made a mental note to check how long the warehouse had lain empty and whether Cole and Sons had been the last company to have used the facility. Izzie continued.

“Whoever the victim is, or was, must have lain buried beneath the mud and silt for years, to have ended up so deep.”

“Agreed,” said Ross. “Go on, what else?”

“I’d lay odds on the fact this is a suspicious death. I just don’t see anyone dying of natural causes and not being reported missing or nobody having the faintest clue where he or she was last seen, that kind of thing.”

McLennan butted in.

“Unless the victim had a heart attack, or slipped and fell in the water all those years ago, no witnesses, and was just never found.”

“Well done, constable,” said Ross. “That’s good thinking. We may have to do a massive trawl of the missing person records once the doc gives us an idea of how long the remains have been down here. Anything else, Lizzie?”

“Not yet, sir. I think we need to get the doctor’s opinion before we begin formulating our own theories.”

As if on cue a large figure appeared on the dockside above, followed by the booming voice of Doctor Nugent.

“Well now, Inspector Ross. Ah see you’ve got something interesting for me this  morning?”

“Morning Doctor. Yes. Been here a while, I’d say, but I’d appreciate your professional opinion before we jump to conclusions”

“Aye, well, it’s good to hear you’re learning a thing or two. I take it no-one’s disturbed the remains?”

“No, we’ve stayed well back to give you an undisturbed area around the victim.”

“Aye well, I’d better be comin’ doon then, eh? Francis, come on man, and bring your camera.”

As if by magic the diminutive figure of Francis Lees, the pathologist’s assistant appeared at his side, looking down at the death scene.

“What the hell are you waiting for man? Get doon the ladder there and wait for me at the bottom. And make sure to catch me if I slip on those old rusty rung.”

The detectives looked at each other and smiled. The thought of Nugent’s bulk falling from the ladder on to the hapless Lees gave them a moment of humour in the midst of their other wise grim task. The though that Nugent’s weight would probably force poor Lees’s body into the mud and silt, suffocating the poor man, made him think they may end up with two bodies to remove from the dock before the day was out.

Lees quickly made his way down the ladder and dutifully stood almost to attention, his camera slung over his shoulder, as Nugent ponderously made his way down the rusting ladder, thankfully arriving safely at the bottom less than a minute after his assistant. Ross couldn’t help but admire the way the pathologist, despite his bulk, managed to make his was down the ladder almost gracefully, and without any apparent difficulty.

“Now, let’s see what we’ve got, eh?” said Nugent as he and Lees began their own examination of the scene. Lees camera flashed incessantly as he photographed the partially revealed skeletal remains from every possible angle. Nugent knelt in the mud beside the skeleton and began a close examination. Ross, knowing the doctor’s routine all too well, couldn’t resist a quick question.

“See anything yet that might help us, Doctor?”

“Sshhh,” Nugent urged.

“Does he think the corpse is going to talk to him?” McLennan whispered quietly to Izzie.

“Ah heard that, young man,” Nugent snapped at the young detective. “Ah like tae work in peace if you don’t have any objections.”

“Of course, Doctor, sorry,” said McLennan, blushing visibly.

“Aye, well, anyway, in response to your question, Inspector Ross, I do believe I have something for you.”

“Already, Doctor?”

“Aye, already, but it doesn’t take a genius in this case to ascertain that, in my humble opinion, you’ll be looking for a murderer I think.”

Ross and Izzie Drake looked at each other, exchanging knowing glances. Both knew instinctively this was going to be a potentially long and difficult case to crack.

“How can you be sure so quickly?” he asked the pathologist.

“Aye, well, I dinna think this hole in the skull got here by accident.”

Nugent beckoned the inspector closer and pointed to the rear of the skull, which he’d raised carefully just clear of the mud. There, the two men looked closely at the gaping hole in the back of the skull, larger than would have been left by a bullet but still conversant with some form of blunt force trauma.

“Couldn’t that have been caused by an accident, Doc?”

“Under certain circumstances, it may have been, Inspector Ross, but not in this case, I think.”

“Why so certain?” asked the policeman.

Nugent pointed to a point about twelve inches to the right of the skull. Ross could see that the doctor, in the course of his close examination had uncovered the unmistakable form of a hammer.

“I’ll wager a month’s salary that yon hammer is your murder weapon, Inspector,” said Nugent. “There’s some staining on the hammer head that may be blood, and the shape and size of the hammer head would appear to match the shape of the wound in this poor unfortunate soul’s head. I’ll be able to confirm it when we get the remains back to the lab, but for now, I’m satisfied you have a murder on your hands. No chance of fingerprints after so long I’m afraid which leads me to the bad news that I believe the remains have possibly lain here for a long time, years in fact.”

“Any idea of gender?” asked Izzie Drake.

“Not yet, Sergeant, but looking at the size of the feet, I’d hazard a guess at male,” Nugent replied. “Inspector, I dinna want to disturb the remains too much where they lie at present. Can you arrange for team to dig out the entire area surrounding the skeleton and transport the lot back to my lab? I can carry out a thorough examination there and give you as much information as the deceased is willing to reveal to me.”

Ross groaned inwardly. It would be a massive task to remove the remains from their resting place, mud and all, without disturbing or destroying the skeleton, but at least once it was out of the way he and his team could carry out an intensive search of the surrounding area for clues at the identity of the victim or to the full nature of the crime.

“I’ll make the arrangements Doc. Please, once you get the remains to your lab…”

“I know, Inspector. You’d like my findings as soon as possible.”

“Thanks, yes, Doc. I know it’s not as if I can see a quick solution to this one, but anything we can do to find out who this was, and when the murder occurred, might just help us bring a killer to justice.”

“I wish you luck, Inspector, I really do,” Nugent said as he rose from his position and beckoned Lees to follow him, and the pair began the ascent up the ladder back up to the dockside.

“Anything to add constable?” Ross directed the question at McLennan.

“Just a question really, sir.”

“OK, ask away.”

“Well sir, this dock or wharf or whatever the correct term is, was once connected to the Mersey by that channel, right?” McLennan pointed along the narrow channel along which the ships would have approached the dock from the river, unloaded at the dockside and then turned round in the basin they now stood in before heading back out to the Mersey.

“Right,” said Ross, so what’s the question?”

“It’s just that I don’t see how they could block off the whole River Mersey so they could drain the dock and the channel, sir. How the heck did they manage it?”

“Good question, McLennan and I’m glad to see you’re thinking about this. I’m no engineer but I think you’ll find they drive large metal pilings into the river bed, erect some sort of temporary dam, then use massive pumps of some sort to drain the water from this side. When it’s dry, they can then build the new reinforced river bank you now see at the end of the channel, thus re-directing the flow of the Mersey. They must have done this many times during all the redevelopment of the dock area, because I know there are a hell of a lot of these old inlets and channels that had to closed off to the river before the developers could start work on their so-called urban redevelopment and improvement of the old dock area.”

“Right, sir, I see. I was just trying to work out if the clearing of the channel might have any bearing on the timing of the death of the victim.”

“Good thought, constable, but of course, it could have happened any time when the dock was still operational or after closure as far as my thinking goes. But listen keep thinking lad, okay? That’s what a good detective does, all the time, lots of thinking, mainly small points but then one day you just might hit on something important.”

McLennan smiled, pleased the inspector had listened to his points and didn’t think he was wasting his time.

Ross next took out his mobile phone, and spent the next few minutes making arrangement for a specialist recovery team to attend the scene and remove the remains and the surrounding mud and silt in one large excavation, for transportation to the forensic lab, in order for Doctor Nugent to carry out what Ross knew would be a painstaking examination. There wasn’t much they could do for the present, not until the remains had been removed and they had the opportunity to carry out a detailed examination of the surrounding area. Ross knew he’d have to call in a few uniformed officers as well as the embers of his own team of detectives, and his own boss, Detective Chief Inspector Harry Porteous wouldn’t be best pleased at the overtime bill that would probably ensue from a case that on the surface, at least, appeared to offer little offer of a quick and easy solution.

“Well,” said Izzie as she and Ross stood staring at the remains, McLennan having been dispatched by Ross to begin the arrangements to have the remains carefully removed and taken to the lab.

“Well indeed, Sergeant,” Ross replied, thoughtfully. “Well, indeed.”


Fiona: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

I find the biggest challenge is the quest to think of new storylines and plots that are fresh, innovative and not too closely related to anything I’ve done in the past.

Fiona: Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

I love the D.C.I Banks novels of British author Peter Robinson, which all feature Detective Chief Inspector Alan Banks. With a fantastic ensemble cast of regular characters, these books are terrific reading, with murder, blackmail and virtually every crime imaginable being featured over the years. Police procedures featured in the books are accurate and the plots all eminently believable. Love his work!

Fiona: Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?

Never! Due to being physically disabled I’m unable to travel so everything I do, I do from home.

Fiona: Who designed the covers?

Over the years, various artists have been involved in creating the covers for my books. In the early years a very good friend of mine, Graeme Houston, created many of my covers, which my publishers were pleased to use, even though I’m traditionally published, but nowadays my publisher is responsible for creating the brilliant designs used on my latest books.

Fiona: What was the hardest part of writing your book?

With a dozen novels, three poetry collections and a number of children’s books to my name, I have to say that every book has presented its own challenge from a writing point of view. Perhaps the hardest part of writing any book is the meticulous research I force myself to indulge in before I ever put pen to paper. I’m a real stickler for realism so even though I may be writing fiction, any factual content has to be accurate on order to satisfy the modern reading public who are often very knowledgeable on a great range of topics, making it very easy for a writer to be caught our if he or she fails in their initial research.

Fiona: Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

Over the years, my general knowledge has expanded greatly as a result of the aforementioned research. I’ve learned a great deal about police procedures, forensics, and human nature in general as well as expanding my never ending quest for historical facts and trivia. One small piece of information, an isolated and little known incident from the past can soon be used to create a terrific plot for a novel, and is a plot I’ve used many times in my own work.

Fiona: Do you have any advice for other writers?

Far be it from me to give advice to my fellow writes, but if anything, I would advise any writer to have belief in themselves, and not to give up if things are looking bleak. I know when I first started along the writing path, I had my first manuscript rejected by about twenty five publishers, but once I found the right publisher, everything clicked into place and I’ve never really looked back. I never considered self-publishing as an option, as back then, and still today perhaps, self-published books tended to carry something of a stigma in the eyes of the purists, so I just kept plugging away until I was accepted by a traditional publisher. So basically, if you want something, keep at it, don’t give in, and again, believe in what you want and in your work. If it’s good enough, you will find that elusive publisher one day.

Fiona: Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

Just a big thank you to all the readers who have bought and supported my books over the years. Without them, I would have achieved nothing as an author so I’d say they are without a doubt the most important people in my life as far as being an author is concerned.

Fiona: Do you remember the first book you read?

At my age, that one is impossible to answer accurately, but as a boy, I do remember enjoying the Biggles series of books by W.E. Johns. They were fantastic adventure stories for a young boy growing up in the immediate aftermath of World War Two, portraying a world far removed from the austere days of 1950s Britain. They are of course, still around today and I’d really recommend them to anyone who has boys aged from about 8 to 16.

Fiona: What makes you laugh/cry?

Mostly my dogs. With ten rescued dogs in our home we have plenty of opportunity to see how a ‘pack’ of dogs behaves on a daily basis, and they can often do the funniest things, and have me and my wife laughing out loud many times a day. They can also behave in such a loving and poignant way to each other and to us that they can also bring a tear to the eye. One thing that does make me cry is the horrendous stories that surround the Holocaust during World War Two. My own father was present at the liberation of one of the death camps and the experience haunted him forever, so badly that he never even told me about the things he’d seen until I’d grown up and joined the Air Force myself. I don’t think anyone with a shred of humanity in them can fail to shed tears if they take the time to study the story behind the newsreels and films such as Schindler’s List, Defiance and so on.

Fiona: Is there one person past or present you would meet and why?

Ah, there are many people I’d love to meet, both past and present. If I have to pick one, then I’d love to have met Mahatma Ghandi. My Mother grew up in India and was fortunate to have seen him in person, in her younger days. He was such a charismatic personality, way ahead of his time, and though his actions led directly to the British eventually giving India self-rule and independence, there are few men in the 20th century or at any time who could have achieved such a feat while advocating total non-violent, peaceful protest and actions. The fact that some of his followers ignored his words and indulged in violence at times was hurtful to him and those people didn’t represent his true thoughts or feelings. I’d have felt it a great privilege to be able to spend an hour or tow in is company, to listen and learn from him.

Fiona: What do you want written on your head stone and why ?

Good grief, that’s something I’ve never thought of, Fiona. I think that’s best left to my wife to decide upon at the time. But, bearing in mind my life-long passion for dogs, maybe it would be nice if she’d include something like “Here lies The Dogfather”

Fiona: Other than writing do you have any hobbies ?

Well, apart from reading, I suppose I’d had to describe my dog rescue and care as my one and only hobby. Whatever time I have to spare is devoted almost exclusively to our dogs and especially to Sasha, my four year old Staffordshire Bull Terrier, who has survived two broken legs, skin allergies and who for the last two years has suffered from terrible epilepsy. She is totally devoted to me and needs a lot of individual care and attention, which I’m always happy to give to her. Sasha even has her own page on Facebook with many followers, ‘Sasha the Wagging Tail of England’ at https://www.facebook.com/groups/270003923193039/?fref=ts

Fiona: What TV shows/films do you enjoy watching?

I love movies and I watch many films each month that I rent through Amazon’s ‘Love Film’ service. As for TV shows, I love watching Bones, New Tricks, Body of Proof, Death in Paradise, and Criminal Minds and own many box sets of these so I can watch them at my leisure.

Fiona: Favorite foods / Colors/ Music

I love curries, ( must be to do with my Indian heritage), the color blue, (my favorite soccer team, Everton plays in blue shirts, and I’m still addicted to the music of the 60s, including The Beatles, Cilla Black and, well, almost anything from that era.

Fiona: If you were not a writer what else would you like to have done?

I fulfilled my boyhood ambition of being in the Royal Air Force when I was accepted into the service at the age of seventeen, I’ve seen many countries around the world, and so I really can say that I’ve done what I wanted with my life. I have a lovely wife, son, two step-daughters and my dogs, so despite the illnesses that have disabled me in recent years, I definitely have a great deal to be thankful for.

Fiona: Do you have a blog/website? If so what is it?

I no longer have a blog, (nobody read it really, and also got rid of my website some years ago as it didn’t seem to have any effect on my book sales and took up an inordinate amount of time to keep refreshed and up to date. I do have a fan page at Facebook which is at https://www.facebook.com/groups/fansofbrianlporter/?fref=ts and details on almost all my books can be found on my author page at Creativia Publishing at http://www.creativia.org/brian-l-porter.html with my earlier novels being located at Double Dragon Publishing at http://www.double-dragon-ebooks.com/eAuthor.php?Name=Brian%20L.%20Porter

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