KJ Rigby

KJ Rigby

About

I was born in Crosby, Liverpool and now live in Devon. 

My punk novel, 'Fall Of The Flamingo Circus' (1990), was first published by Allison & Busby and by Villard (American hardback).

Skrev Press published my novels 'Seaview Terrace' (2003), 'Sucka!' (2004) and 'Break Point' (2006).

Other shorter work has appeared in Skrev's avant-garde magazine 'Texts' Bones', including a shorter version of my satirical novel 'Lost The Plot'.

'Thalidomide Kid' (2007) was published by Bewrite Books.

I have had other short stories published and shortlisted. 

I have also received a Southern Arts bursary for my novel 'Where A Shadow Played'.

Santa's Birthday Gift

Santa's Birthday Gift

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<p><span style="color:#000000;line-height:115%;font-family:Arial, 'sans-serif';font-size:10pt;">Santa’s Birthday Gift was written in response to a grandchild’s question, after reading the story of the Nativity.<span>  </span>She asked, “But where’s Santa?”<span>  </span>This story tells the story of the Nativity and then goes on to tell the story about how when Jesus is born, Santa sees the star at the North Pole and travels to see the baby.  Since he is a toymaker, he brings his bag of toys - and offers them to the Christ Child, and then to all the people of the town.  His birthday gift to Jesus is a promise to bring gifts to all good boys and girls each year on the Christ Child's birthday</span></p>

Story Behind The Book

The initial inspiration arose from reflecting on Gilbert O’Sullivan, a songwriter up there with the big names in the 70s, but had never enjoyed a revival as had his contemporaries – dead or alive, Marc Bolan & T Rex, David Bowie, Slade, Abba. I wondered why that might be and why it was people didn’t ‘nostalge’ or celebrate him in the way they did other pop idols of yore. This got me thinking of other embarrassing paraphernalia and events from my own past – umbrellas, Austria, underwear, personal attributes - and before long the list was growing. Here was something that could come out and be aired, nay flaunted even. If I dared to be first, others might fess up too ....

Reviews

<p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">Janine Crowley Haynes, author of ‘My Kind Of Crazy’: </span></em></strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">Utterly enjoyable. I found myself giggling immediately and, sorry to report, fitting into the category of ‘unhip’. Not only is it an entertaining read, but your quirky sense of humor shines through.</span></em></p> <p></p> <p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></p> <p></p> <p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">George Fripley, author of ‘Wurzel of Clutton &amp; Other People History Rightfully Forgot’:</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"> Hahahahahaha....this has made me laugh. What a great concept this book is. It's quirky, it's written in nice 'bite-sized' pieces and it is genuinely funny in a gentle way.</span></em></p> <p></p> <p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></p> <p></p> <p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">Raven Dane, author of ‘The Unwise Woman of Fuggis Mire’ and ‘Cyrus Darian and The Technomicron’:</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"> I am reading every word with a broad grin and many giggles. I am so relieved I am not too unhip as I loathe beige, and I’m a horse-owning, Yule-celebrating pagan.... Always disliked Gilbert O'Sullivan...phew!</span></em></p> <p></p> <p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></strong></p> <p></p> <p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">Vanessa Musson, author of ‘Banana in The Briefcase’: </span></em></strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">In the umbrella family are also foldable rain hats and pac-a-macs. Generally a few more examples of unhip which spring to mind might be Daddies Sauce and salad cream, net curtains, Bruce Forsyth, boxes of tissues kept in cars and bedding plants. Oh, and Vauxhall Corsas. Your book has some interesting crossover with Nancy Mitford and her philosophy of &quot;U&quot; and &quot;non-U&quot;. Love it.</span></em><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">L Anne Carrington, author of ‘The Cruiserweight’: ‘</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">Little Guide To Unhip’ is a romp, witty, and full of fun from the very first chapter, with splendid writing, well put together, and makes readers wonder &quot;What was I thinking back in the day?”</span></em></p> <p></p> <p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></p> <p></p> <p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">Frank Kusy, author of ‘Sparky the Very Nervous Cat’</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">: I didn't realise how unhip and uncool I was until I got to chapter 3 and read that bit about flab hanging out … you've inspired me to get back to the gym!</span></em></p> <p></p> <p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></strong></p> <p></p> <p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">Ben Hardy, author of ‘Who Needs Grapes?’</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">: This had me nodding along, thinking “umbrellas - check, recorders - check, beige - check, no accent – check”. I fall into many of your unhip categories, and am proud of doing so.</span></em></p> <p></p> <p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></p> <p></p> <p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">James McPherson, author of ‘Lucifer And Auld Lang Syne’</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">: Awwww, Gilbert - I let myself down badly here I'm afraid - was singing away very unhipply to myself. I'd forgotten most of the words though, so I suppose that counts for something..... Uncooperative umbrellas - dodgy coach trips to the land of Edelweiss and Adolf - the humble recorder - sanitary... erm...eh... you-know-whats - and many, many more… and I shall be forever in your debt for planting “ooh wacka doo” in my head again. (Can't get the damned thing out now).</span></em><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></em></p> <p></p> <p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></em></p> <p></p> <p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p style="line-height:normal;margin:0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb">Tim Roux, author of<span>  </span>Dance of The Pheasodile’ and ‘Missio’, Managing Editor of Night Publishing:</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="en-gb" xml:lang="en-gb"> This is hilarious -<span>  </span>extremely funny without being nasty and oh-so true. I always thought Gilbert O'Sullivan was a right twerp, I think recorders have to be the most absurd instrument ever (even the Jew's harp has its Leonard Cohen moments), I hate umbrellas (at 6'5&quot;, sharing an umbrella is like an elephant sharing an ice-cream), and Austria is very low on my list of holiday destinations. This is right up with my favourite columnists like Alice Thomas Ellis and Barbara Ellen. </span></em></p> <p></p>