David Jowitt

Playing Guitar, singing the blues, unconvincing Bob Dylan imitation, jokes told in bad taste, Intentional Capitalisation, long walks in the countryside, murder in the first degree, thinking too much or thinking too little and pretension. David Jowitt is guilty of all these crimes and has recently added Saturday Morning writing to this multitude of sins. As a writer wanted dead rather than alive. But between the Needles and Bembridge lifeboat Station, no man can catch him.