Splidge needs a job urgently. He is only twelve, but if he cannot find employment he will be sent to the dreaded workhouse.
The Royal Tournament takes place every six years. It is the national sport of Gud and King Guddamac is depending on it to save his Kingdom from rack and ruin. The Royal Cragflinger has died and the competition cannot take place without another one, so the King has a vacancy.
But someone has a plan to scupper the Tournament and an evil scheme to ‘improve’ the City forever.
Can Splidge find a job? What is cragflinging? Why is a piggy-eyed man trying to kill him? Who is the leather-clad girl with the raven coloured hair? And, what are the small mop-like creatures that people are throwing around?
I am a writer, film maker and podcaster. Until recently, most of my writing has been plays and television scripts, but I also to work as an entertainer. In the past I lay on a bed of nails, ate fire and walked on broken glass. I have performed all over Britain as mime artiste, film maker and podcast.
In the mid 1990s, I wrote and starred in a ITV children’s television programme called Snug and Cozi; the adventures of two crazy spacemen.
The Bald Explorer is a history documentary series I produce and are broadcast on the Community Channel and on Youtube. The filming takes me around England investigating subjects, including the Smugglers in Kent to the Shropshire highwayman, a lost canal and the waters at Tunbridge Wells.
I won an award for my podcast in 2005
Okay, so this is a fantasy story for children. That doesn't mean that real people from history cannot pop in from time to time, right?
That is exactly what I thought.
So, in Splidge's adventures, he encounters real historic folk. Now it matters not a jot if the reader knows this or not, but if they do, there is an extra twist for them.
Christopher Wren famously built St Paul's Cathedral in London. :)
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Mr Wren had begged for an audience with the new King. The architect was full of optimism and had a grand vision. “I have plans to make this City great again,” Mr Wren said, as he rolled out a large blueprint for the Royal Gud to examine. Indeed, the plans proved the City could be magnificent, ambitious and thoroughly beautiful. His new, wide, clean streets radiating from the Palace complex with avenues of lime, willow and ash, would all look breathtaking. On paper, the artist’s illustrations were extremely detailed and inspirational, but without the necessary cash, it remained a distant pipe dream. The Kingdom was bankrupt.