The crime novelist biz if full of twists and turns, taking you across the paths of people you otherwise would never meet. One twist has been sharing a name with Susan Boyle’s brother Gerry (I’m sure we’re related. Would you be having any family in County Kerry, now Ger?) Anyway, being Gerry Boyle led to “meeting” Stevie MacDonald and his bros and mate in The Purple Doves, a rock band in Greenock, Scotland, outside Glasgow. Unlike my cuz Gerry Boyle, I can’t sign Stevie and the boys to a record deal. But as someone who has listened to rock for most of 40 years, sometimes at very high volume, I can point you to their MySpace page, the tunes up there. They remind me a little of the Kinks, sometimes the Clash. It’s massive, boys. Makes me reach for the guitar in the corner of the study, plug it into the amp, whale a bit. Check ‘em out. The Purple Doves. Tell ‘em Gerry sent yis.
Now back to the world of crime writing.