title: Vic Templar Does His Chunkers
author: Vic Templar 
genre: prose

publication date: February 2009
format: size (mms) h: 200 w: 140 perfect bound card cover 64 pages


Vic Templar does his what…?

Postcards from a life that echoes those of Larry David, Rupert Pupkin and Billy Liar; written under the influence of Keith Waterhouse, John Fante, Jimi Hendrix, several thousand cups of tea, a can of Guinness and the heady aroma of creosote.

Vic plays a round of golf with Tibetan monks…is puzzled by the phrase ‘Women’s Frog Race’…completely forgets the name of his best friend…salutes the penguin who is commander of the Norwegian Army…discusses the perfect cuppa with George Orwell…has a play broadcast by the BBC…allows a sock monkey called Ralph to write his own chapter…

Bobby Charlton used to empty Vic’s dustbin…
‘When I was four there was no job on earth I wanted to do more than hang out with Bobby Charlton and watch a hungry dustbin lorry gorge itself all day long. Yet, by six I wanted to be a soldier, by eight an archaeologist, ten a journalist, twelve a gardener, and by seventeen I didn't have the foggiest and still haven't 26 years further on’.

Vic gets the hang of life in Australia …
‘A night in with Gerald, Martin and Lucio watching all three Godfather videos back-to-back with two slabs of Cascade Premium or Boags is 'doing the Boys Thing'. Anything involving beers and Robert De Niro is 'doing the Boys Thing'. Anything involving beers, Robert De Niro and cigars is 'doing the Whole Boys Thing'.’

Vic Templar is a writer who lives in London but was born in Kent. This is his fifth chapbook. His debut novel, Taking Candy from a Dog, a fictionalised account of his childhood is seeking a publisher. He also writes about music for popjunkietv.com. and blogs on www.myspace.com/victemplar

“Vic Templar digs out the kind of narratives that we usually only allow to go on in our heads, sprinkling them with odd pieces of slang, childhood memories, grandparents' wisdom and the kind of information only found on the back of obscure football cards that still smell of bubble gum. Often funny and always quietly touching, his short stories cast children as adults and allow adults to revisit the freedom of childhood, ignoring the call to be cool and instead making for a joyous read that is as likely to include references to naval trivia as it is to mention 1970s pop stars or wasps”.
-Iain Aitch, author of A Fete Worse Than Death & We're British, Innit

edition: 1st 100 signed and numbered by the author
isbn-10: 1-906099-13-8
isbn-13: 978-1-906099-13-8