Born and bred in Dartford, Kent, Kevin attended the boys school Mick Jagger graced. The lack of ladies didn't really bother Kev at the time, though what it did to dear Mick you can judge for yourself.
Kevin was actually more concerned that he couldn't join a school football team - rugby only. His sporting passions thwarted, he sought refuge in the pen.
Escaping England, he retreated to a student haven at the fulcrum of the Mid Wales coast. There he moulded his writing self, surrounded by a community of risk-takers, dreamers, drinkers, revolutionaries. And students. To his delight, amongst the madness he was rewarded for his scrawls, but for a while the ride stopped there.
Then one day in the depths of frustration, the Internet brought the lights of London upon him. The times of change swept the dust from his nib and he wrote once more.
These days he freely plays football and speaks to the opposite sex...sometimes one straight after the other. How his younger self is green with envy. Oh, and he performs poetry...sometimes.His latest writings, things lyrical, critical, poetic and prosaic are at www.kevinpocock.comAnd there's some reviews as well.