Michael Forster is a middle-aged, middle-class clergyman
with receding hairline and advancing senility. He lives in an
unsuspecting Leicestershire village, with a compassionate wife,
a neurotic dog and an ostentatious BMW.
He has a touching innocence about him that causes him to
trust politicians every bit as much as he trusts a spitting
cobra with a personality problem, and is currently being
treated for this distressing condition at a private clinic
specialising in Cynicism Replacement Therapy.
He is a minister in the United Reformed Church, a chaplain in
a psychiatric unit (at least that's his excuse for being there)
and a freelance writer. Much as he enjoys the therapeutic
effect of writing stuff such as you see here, he has a living
to earn and a junk food habit to fund, and has also written a
wide variety of religious work, published by the long-suffering
Kevin Mayhew Ltd.
He is a member of Leicester Writers' Club who must accept
some responsibility for encouraging him.
Thank you for humouring him by visiting this site.