Chris Walsh

Chris grew up in Middlesbrough and now lives above a kebab shop in Kent. He is a buyer of ill-advised Ikea strip lighting; a lover; and a chronicler.

Chris's debut novel The Dig Street Festival will be published in December 2020. 

Chris tweets @WalshWrites

Chris's favourite novel is Stoner by John Williams and his favourite novella is The Death of Ivan Illyich by Leo Tolstoy. His top poet is Philip Larkin. He is also a fan of Spike Milligan.

The Dig Street Festival

Chris Walsh

Will be published in paperback and ebook on 3 December 2020. 

Advanced information sheet coming soon.

Enjoy this very early glimpse of The Dig Street Festival...

      ‘LOOK!’ I shouted, grabbing Clive’s hand and dragging him over to a dirt-encrusted window. ‘Look out there! Can’t you see it?! Everything is wrong! The world is tearing itself apart!’

      Clive regarded the view. ‘It looks like a pretty normal scene to me.’

      ‘Yes, but look underneath, Clive!’

      ‘Under the street?’

      ‘No, look within! The terrible strain everything is under! It’s cracking up!’

      ‘John, I think the drink might have gone to your head.’

      ‘No!’ I yelled. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen so clearly!’

      ‘I think you need a lie down.’

      ‘Come on!’ I cried. 'We’re going to the town hall, or even the houses of parliament if we have to! We’re going to make a counter-attack! We’re going to save the world!’

      ‘You’re mad.’

      ‘I’m mad?’ I said. ‘This coming from the man who entertains Mozart in the dead of night!’

      ‘You do have a point,’ said Clive.

      ‘You’re damned right I do!’ I said. ‘Can’t you see that your visitations are part of it? Part of the world’s ending?’

      ‘No, they’re just my problems presenting themselves as eloquent hallucinations,’ said Clive.

      I stared at him. It struck me that Clive, as well as being a tax expert, might just have the answer to absolutely everything locked away within his problematic psyche.

      ‘I think I know why you think the world is ending,’ said Clive softly.

      ‘Really? Go on then, tell me! Tell me!’

      ‘I can’t, it might hurt your feelings.’

      ‘My feelings are hurt anyway, Clive!’ I said, ‘You can hurt them a bit more, I don’t think it will make much difference.’

      ‘Well, firstly, you’re traumatised after what just happened in the bank. Secondly, you are very upset that your plan to resign from Amundsen Enterprises and change the world for the better failed, and because you are almost pathologically convinced that you’re special and unique, you therefore suppose that if you can’t have your own way, the world must be ending.’

      I immediately began to weep. He’d struck a nerve as thick as a McDonald’s milkshake.