Rob Gregory | Author
“Give an infinite number of monkeys an infinite number of typewriters and eventually, one of them will produce the complete works of Shakespeare…
… Give a typewriter to Rob Gregory and he’ll probably just eat it.”
Murray Liebencranz, Bassoon Weekly.
Hi there, bold and adventurous explorer into the unknown!
Welcome to rob-gregory.com, the online home of Rob Gregory, writer and author of unusual, inspiring and downright spellbinding tales of fiction. Whether it’s short stories, children’s adventures, humour, or the world’s first anti-fantasy novel, Drynwideon, that you’re looking for, then you’ve come to the right place!
Yes, that’s right. I’m Rob Gregory. I’m a writer, and have been for as long as I can remember. I love writing. It’s in my blood, deep down in my very marrow, in fact, and I’m never happier than when I’m sitting in front of my computer, letting my imagination run wild and creating new tales, which I hope will enlighten, enrich and amuse you, my dear visitor.
Then there are the short stories and blogs, among which, are: ‘The Garden Party’ (inspired by the British television programme, Stella Street), ‘Barbarian Chefs Rule the World’ (yes, that’s right, it is ‘barbarian chefs’ and not ‘barbarian chiefs’), ‘The Wizard’ and the ‘Fotherington-Tomas’ mini-series, which would make any fan of Sherlock Holmes or Flashman gibber and drool with delight. Most of them are five to ten-minute reads, so perfect for when you’re stuck on the train or the bus, or even just waiting for the kettle to boil.
About Rob Gregory – The Author
Born in the wilds of Bristol, England, in the mid-nineteen seventies, Rob Gregory bravely battled school and an unusually high number of bad haircuts to emerge relatively unscathed with a basic, but well-loved education, tucked under his arm. Using this in much the same way as a thief uses his favourite crowbar, he wormed his way into Reading University – which is quite appropriate for a writer – and studied Biology – which is not!
Having gained a slightly broader education and a fondness for old buildings, he shimmied his way along the well-trodden towpath to Oxford University, where he locked himself in a broom cupboard for three years and emerged with a PhD, having still not written any substantive works of fiction, despite what critics of his thesis on chicken behaviour might say!
Following those halcyon years, he set off with reckless abandon to seek his fortune among the glittering lights and gold-paved streets of Londinium, where he promptly fell in with a pioneering Internet TV company, called NOW.com. It was a wild and passionate affair, involving late nights, plenty of alcohol and playing around with expensive televisual equipment. But alas, it was not to be and he was run out of Chiswick a little over a year later, by a band of howling warrior maidens from the BBC.
Finally, he capitulated and at the beginning of 2017, he began a new life as a wandering author (and animal welfare consultant – old habits die hard, don’t you know). What you see here, today, is the ongoing legacy of that fateful decision…Enjoy!