Having made the mistake of being born into a religious cult during the Summer of Love, C.M. Harris escaped to attend The School of the Art Institute of Chicago and developed a rabid obsession with all things post-punk.

Harris played guitar for reasonably bad glam rock bands and is now living the ordinary life with a partner, two children, a dog and a design firm.

Crimes against the UK include: backing into ancient stone fences with a Vauxhall, owing the City of Westminster £50, creating bomb scares on the London Underground and of course this book.

CONTACT:
cmharris(at)flammablewords(dot)com