Tony Schumacher
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Tony Schumacher is sitting here, on the outskirts Liverpool, England, wondering if he should write his author profile in the third person or not. He thinks that maybe if he writes in the third person it may make him sound like he has an assistant who does this sort of thing, but in truth, he just has a dog, and the dog (Boo, in case you ever meet him and want to say "hello") is rubbish at typing.

Born in Liverpool at the end of the sixties (it looks like he has decided the third person thing is worth sticking with) he found himself missing out on all the fun stuff and having to grow up wearing flares and lots of brown nylon.

He attended schools of varying degrees of dampness and peeling paint and left, finally, in 1983 to huge sighs of relief all around. He has presented the odd piece for the BBC Politics Show but now they don't return his calls due to him being a diva and also being rubbish. He can often be heard on local radio, unless you are quick with the off button and his website is here and his blog Rear View Mirror is here.

He has written a book entitled Rear View Mirror which recounts his time working as a cab driver on the streets of Liverpool of a night (better than it sounds honest) and also has published several short stories for the kindle via Amazon.

He does not drive a Ferrari and is not related to Michael and you will not be the first person who has thought of that joke.

Blog Entries by Tony Schumacher

Forever In Your Debt

(3) Comments | Posted 6 March 2013 | (19:08)

I'm not in the habit of quoting Shakespeare to people, I've always had a sneaking suspicion that people who quote Shakespeare are the kind of people who buy books for their coffee table and only open them when they hear the doorbell. You know the sort, the ones who used...

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No Energy to Fight

(0) Comments | Posted 19 October 2012 | (21:57)

I used to drive a mini cab of a night for a living, assuming, of course, you can could it a living. Long nights and late night fights with the drunk and desperate, the drugged and itinerate peppered the hours of boredom spent wandering the streets of Liverpool waiting for...

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The Gates of Hell

(2) Comments | Posted 9 October 2012 | (00:18)

When I was seventeen the gates of hell were eight feet high and made of rubber. Whenever they opened they made a noise that sounded like two whales in wetsuits on a kids slide and even now, nearly twenty five years later, whenever I hear a whale in a wetsuit...

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I Pay Your Wages!

(0) Comments | Posted 25 September 2012 | (11:54)

Many years ago, in a past life, long before I was a stand up comedian and a writer, I was a Policeman.

Don't ask me how it happened (the police thing, not the stand up and writing thing (although come to think of it, I don't know how that...

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Don't Panic!

(0) Comments | Posted 22 August 2012 | (13:25)

Due to being ridiculously lazy I finally got around to throwing a pile of old newspapers from last year out a few weeks ago. Before they made it to the bin on their final journey in the circle of life they sat on my kitchen table while I made a...

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Football is Back

(1) Comments | Posted 18 August 2012 | (14:32)

Football is back! Hang on, that wasn't loud enough, let's try this... "FOOTBALL! YES! FOOTBAAAAAAAALLLLL! FOOTBALL IS BACK!"

And I, for one, don't really care.

I've not bought the papers with the free new season magazines, I've not renewed my Sky package nor have I got excited over the...

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A Proper Book

(1) Comments | Posted 9 August 2012 | (14:59)

Someone sent me a link the other day asking me to help save a local bookshop,

"Could you tweet this? He needs help." She said and I opened the link, to find that I'd already heard of the guy who owned the shop and quite frankly, I didn't like...

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Olympic Fever

(1) Comments | Posted 23 July 2012 | (12:46)

Radio Five told me the other day that the country was "gripped by Olympic Fever", so I looked out of the window to check. It was difficult to tell, but my next door neighbour, Ken, didn't look like he was gripped by it as he was weeding his garden. For...

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