Gran and Mr. Muckey “A first-hand experience of war-torn London.”
Never Marry a Cricketer
Throughout his life , John Hollands has been a fanatical cricketer, but he hit trouble when he married a young lady with no interest in the game. This inspired him to write (under his wife’s name), “Never Marry a Cricketer”. The Express and Echo referred to it as, “A classic in cricket literature,” and Jack Sockell, of the Cricket Lovers’ Society said, quite simply: “A sheer delight!”
In all, Never Marry a Cricketer has sold over 20,000 copies and is still very much in demand, especially among “best men” wanting to pass on a warning to girls about to get hitched to a cricketer.
Gran and Mr. Muckey
Of all his books, this is the author’s favourite. It is Volume 1 in his latest venture, a fictionalised memoir entitled Memory and Imagination. In this memoir Hollands recounts his adventures in life through his alter ego or literary clone, Sajit Contractor. Gran and Mr. Muckey (Volume 1) covers John Hollands early childhood in London and the South East during the early years of World War II.
They were turbulent times and Hollands had numerous hair-raising experiences while at school in Caterham. He saw the Battle of Britain first hand and, as though that wasn’t enough, he then helped his father as a fire-watcher at his Camberwell battery factory during the Blitz. It was praised by critics as a novel full of humour and a remarkable first-hand experience of war-torn London. Again a 5 star rating on Amazon. Available on Kindle / Kobo etc.
What A Fag
The second volume of Memory and Imagination is entitled What a Fag! It chronicles the authors experiences at his prep school and Blundell’s. His prep school was an extraordinary place, evacuated to the remote regions of Exmoor. What went on there has to be read to be believed, and the miracle of it was that Hollands managed to pass the Common Entrance exam, but only with a little help from brighter pupils!
From there he went on to the well-known west country public school, Blundell’s. Things there were hardly more orthodox but life at Blundell’s certainly justified the old adage: Schooldays are the happiest of your life.