Author Harry Buckle:

             Family friend, James Bond author Ian Fleming got Irish Brit Harry his first job as a newspaper journalist in London's Fleet Street, where, then writing in various girls magazines somewhat to his surprise through the 1960s he became the most read pop lifestyle guru for the UK's teenage girls.

                 Lured by his love of music, still based in London, 'surprisingly again' he says, he became a remarkably successful record company owner & music publisher. "Luckily I was in the right place at the right time, as English pop was top of the charts worldwide."  Through this time, with no apparent help from Fleming (or Bond), he found himself- truly- working for both the UK's MI6 & Russia's KGB secret services! "It seemed both sides wanted a better understanding of what was bringing young student protestors out on to the streets in both the West & The East Block."

                  Harry says, 'Fortunately, my time as a journalist, the twenty year success of my music companies, together with a recent decade spent lecturing around Asia, took me repeatedly to almost every country on the planet-including most behind the then Iron Curtain. This enabling me to gather a catalogue of useful stories for my return to writing, although so far, my books owe more to my travels than my time as an accidental spy.'

                With his bestselling 'Just' series of books author Harry Buckle weaves amiably thrilling fiction in & around the realities of the modern world.      

             Joel, Melody, Sven & Suzi- his team of miscreant international experts regularly set to resolve 'the problem of the day or the decade' have easy going semi retired lifestyles living in a sunbaked old village amongst the vineyards along the Canal du Midi in South Western France. Which makes 'the interesting  & on occasion downright dangerous situations they find themselves into a tad of a surprise for all concerned.' 

      Harry notes: "The Just' series, which can be read in any order, developed from good reactions to 'Just in Time' with folks referring to 'Rick Stein's  still popular French Odyssey TV journey along the Canal, others to the late Peter Mayle's 'Year in Provence series. Many asking for more. I'm not sure I can reach their lofty standards but 'The Just' storylines do now also follow more of 'life with the locals', interspersed of course, with calls to action for our hero Joel & his team. So not quite Peter Mayle's almost Clochemerlian levels of village intrigue in rural France, but we seem to be going that way.

         You'd easily imagine from the title  'The Kennedy Ultimatum' that it's yet another rehash of the run up to past events in Dallas - but it's all about today- and whilst factual is a far from serious as it follows the search to establish if what two semi retired journalists found on a CIA man's memory stick in a bar in Thailand is fact or fiction.

           What our two intrepid 'semi retired journalists' - actually author Harry Buckle & his co-author Focksy have found is a plot to apparently Deflate, Depose, or even Dispose of then US President Trump. Bizarrely the plot seems to be based on 1000 years old Persian (Iranian) Afghan and Mongolian skills of training Massive Golden Eagles to recognise specific individuals by their faces and the colour of their military hats and then crash down from a great height in potentially deadly attack mode using their cruel beaks and huge razor talons.

            Over five years-with a two year 'covid break' in proceedings- Harry & Focksy -fueled by a good few glasses of Guinness (or Murphys when available) follow the trail from Thailand, to Scotland & Ireland, to the USA and back to Europe again...desperate to get the story before POTUS Trump-or in the later stages of the chase reluctantly EXPOTUS golfing Trump gets the 'The Wrong Kind of Eagle.'

           At one stage Harry & Focksy get 'warned off' by representatives of the US State Department causing them to wonder if they'd stumbled into a world of secret military missions- a view somewhat confirmed when they discover in the foothills of the Pyrenees The French Military currently training Golden Eagles in both offensive & defensive mode to protect their President.

         Although many in The USA fear what will happen if he refuses to lose the 2024 Presidential election and The World Fears what happens if he wins- this is not an Anti Trump rant. Although author Harry was working as a journalist the night that JFK was assassinated neither is this the start of a new round of conspiracy theories ...although even all these years later in the Trump-Biden Harris era there's a few pointers to what might happen and why.            

          In the meantime in  public service message to all Golfers? Given that the memory of conditioned (trained) Eagles as Warbirds remains valid for at least 30 years...golfers...particlarly straw haired ones- might want to reconsider Red Baseball Caps when out on the course...


Sometimes Music Is My Only Friend :The Accidental Spy. Following career advice from James Bond author Ian Fleming, in 1962 Harry Buckle became a Fleet Street journalist. The book follows him from his years as the '60's most read pop guru, to starting his own music company, then to his surprise bringing you a hundred or so hits. Then he found himself reluctantly working with both the British and Russian Secret Services. ' A roller coaster tale with some fine, funny & true recollections of life as it developed.

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