John started his writing career with Angling magazine in the late 1960's, since when he has contributed to most of the better-known hard copy magazines.
Flirted with modernity for a few years, then panicked at the shallow hype of it all, and fled through 180 degrees. Having been properly brainwashed by 1950's Crabtree, John has completely eschewed the use of modern rods and reels for all his British freshwater fishing, and is delighted to admit that his angling life is now a happy attempt to recreate the Corinthian bliss of bygone days.
Loves: his family, Victorian ideals of fineness and duty, the (apparent) loyalty and company of his friends, whole-cane butt rods, twelve-spoke Aerials, roach, misty summer dawns, Under Milk Wood (Dylan Thomas), Mozart, Richard Strauss, Puccini arias, the books of W.M. Hill, the word-craft of Paul Boote, Georgian architecture and furniture, generosity, flats fishing, Vaughn Williams, long thoughtful baths, passionate lovemaking, Boss shotguns, roast lamb, sea food, long trotting, the paintings of David, and the French impressionists, freelining for chub, hot-water-bottles, picnic lunches on the river, gudgeon.
Hates: unkindness, selfishness, flashiness, garish advertising on clothing, ticky-tacky architecture, 1930's Nazi art, carp-fishing buzzers set at more than 40 db., unreliability, garlic, cold soup, cold hot-water-bottles, people who throw litter out of cars, wishy-washy characters, the expressions - lunker, dog's bollocks, shed-full, like like like - the Australian question inflection ('I'm just going fishing?), trainer shoes, bass speakers in cars, negativity, dumbing down, political correctness.
Among business interests, owns a flooring supply company.