I will be signing for “Angels and Dirty Faces” on Saturday 19 June 11am/4pm Waterstones selbourne Walk Walthamstow, London E17, Ilford High rd, essex, IG1, 17 July 10am/4pm and Romford Liberty, essex,RM5, 14 August 10am/4pm. Your support would be most welcome, i would be pleased to meet and greet you and i would be more [...]

I am doing a book signing at Waterstones in Selbourne Walk Walthamstow this coming saturday 19th June. Please come along and support me even if you dont buy my book. I am also doing a book signing at Ilford on the 17th July and at Romford on the 14th august.

Thank you to everyone who takes the time to send me comments. I really appreciate it. Mary and I have been busy travelling around, promoting the books, so, unfortunately, I haven’t had much time to pay attention to my blog; plus any spare minutes are taken up with my next book. Writing is very addictive, [...]

Following my talk at Orchard House I had some lovely feedback:
“What a super afternoon you gave all the residents of Orchard House. Your film show and your light hearted but very moving yet fascination talk prompted us to ask so many questions which you answered with your own brand of humour, sincerity and passion.
Having listened [...]

I’m being interviewed this coming Friday (August 14) at 3.30pm on Phoenix 98 FM. Hope you can tune in.

I’m very happy to announce that my new book ANGELS AND DIRTY FACES is now out. It’s a memoir full of sadness, happiness and funny stories from my childhood in the East End of the 1950s. I loved writing it and I hope you will get equal enjoyment out of reading it.
Thank you to everyone who came out [...]

It’s very exciting to arrive at an event and set up my books. Up go the signs: The Travelling Raconteur, Guest Lecturer (’Guest Lecher’ as my children would say!), or Book Signing by Author. Author! Is that really me? I have to pinch myself. Up go a compilation of some of the pictures Mary and [...]

IT’S ALL ABOUT ME! Eric C. Bartholomew
My first memory is going to a dance with my father, and then going home with my mother!
My next memory finds me standing on a stage when I was about five years old. I cannot recall the misdemeanour that made my teacher drag me up there by my ear, [...]