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Autobiography (of a sort)
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I was born in the Chinese Year of the Tiger at a time when John Denver was top of the charts with Annie’s Song. There aren’t that many great people who share my birthday (no offence if you do), but I do share an anniversary with the end of the Salem Witch Trials and the opening of America’s first Insane Asylum (according to that font of oh-so-accurate information, Wikipedia). Maybe this is where my macabre imagination stems from. Maybe all those years ago, a seed was sewn that would ensure that I, Shaun A.J. Hamilton would be writing warped stories as entertainment for the masses in the Year of Our Lord, 2008.
Maybe not.
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My place of birth was the city of Stoke-on-Trent; an industrial city standing deep in the heart of Staffordshire. Though I was born in England, I profess to be of Scottish heritage (hence my surname and the Coat of Arms plastered on this page) and such denouncement has led to years of piss taking by my friends. Whenever England v Scotland rears its head, in whatever sport, you can guarantee I will the butt of everyone’s jokes. (It’s funny though, how people have quietened down since both countries failed to make to Euro 2008 – oh, and since Scotland beat the World Cup finalists, twice!). |
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I have, however, stayed loyal to my local football team and I am a Port Vale fan (for my sins) and shall be until the Grim Reaper decides otherwise (despite our current situation - conference, here we come).
I have suffered various levels of education in a number of (un)interesting venues, all of which have led me to this point: an Architectural Technician with a complex. |
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Raised on a regime of Hammer Horror, Universal Horror, Japanese Horror (can you spot the link?) with a mix of slasher movies, along with the works of Stephen King, James Herbert, Bram Stoker and Conan Doyle, there is little wonder my imagination has always ventured towards the dark side (and not in a Star Wars way either). I have no fear in what I imagine - fact is always worse than fiction - but I refute the possibility that my work can influence someone else. The last time I looked, we were all given a mind of our own - even if it’s completely fucked as mine is - and therefore, I have no responsibility regarding your thoughts.
I now live on a diet of painkillers (see the ‘health’ section of this website for the reasons why - it’s all very interesting for those with back pain) and Prozac, with an adage of real ale and Single Scotch Whisky. My favourite meal - and therefore, my last one on death row - is corn beef hash as cooked by my very beautiful and long-suffering wife, and my favourite drink is the one I have in my hand at the time. My sense of humour is dark, sarcastic and unfunny and my shoe size is nine.
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A range of obsessions dictate my life, but the strongest of these are:
Cleaning (especially vacuuming - such a turn-on)
Hats (I’m bald, I have no choice)
Pens (Architect and writer - little wonder really)
Old horror films (stop re-making classics!)
Books (everything except Mills & Boon - more sickening than any horror book)
Art (especially porn - err, I mean erotic photography)
Darts (born and raised in the same city as the world’s greatest player)
Guns n’ Roses (the greatest band ever) |
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Bibliography:
December 2006: Twisted Tongue Issue 4
February 2007: Twisted Tongue Issue 5
August 2007: Twisted Tongue Issue 7
December 2007: Twisted Tongue Issue 8 (Editor’s Choice Award!)
April 2008: Dark Reign (Screaming Dreams Press)
April 2008: Demon Minds Spring Edition
May 2008: Twisted Tongue Issue 10
November 2008: Estronomicon (Screaming Dreams Press)
December 2008: Horror Express (Final Magazine)
December 2008: Necrography Issue 1
And that’s it. There’s more to learn about me via my Blog and the various sub-headings on this site, but if you really want an insight into what keeps me going, read my work. If you don’t care, then neither do I.
Enjoy, and keep your pecker up…
 
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