The Life & Times of Bree
(The expurgated version; the one without the
gannet...)
Precocious beginnings

| My love affair with
the written word began as a child and perhaps the earliest indication
that I might pursue word-smithing professionally was a jingle which I
devised for my father's advertising agency at age five. (It wasn't used,
of course, but I was ever so proud of my contribution!)
I was forever creating 'books' as a child (with hand-drawn covers
and bound with staples) and foisting them on people, and in primary school
one of my teachers wrote on my report card that my tongue would either get
me "published or hanged".
Well, so far, so good...
The pic is of me, aged three, which was also the last time I felt
confident enough to wear
hot-pants. |

The apple doesn't fall far from
the tree
My family
background was very much at the core of my desire to become a writer. My mother
had an absolutely superb command of the English language and was a proof-reader
of some distinction. Until she passed away in 2007 she proof-read every single
thing I ever wrote and I miss her input tremendously. I was very much an
'afterthought' and my parents were from a vastly different era to that of my
contemporaries'. As a consequence, I was raised on a steady diet of Irish wit
and British radio comedies from Round the Horn to Hancock's Half
Hour, all of which fostered my love of sardonic humour and a good double
entendre.
My parents are pictured here on
their wedding day, which was also Valentine's Day. (My Da was a die-hard
romantic.) They had eloped to Africa from Ireland to get
married. It caused an outrage in the Emerald Isle!
It's a family thing,
really...

My uncle,
Col. Mike Hoare (pictured here with me), known in
equal measure for his military adventures and for his books about
the same, was also instrumental in my desire to write. From an early
age I thought it was a terrific idea to do
things less ordinary and then write about them afterwards, as he has
done. This spurred me to go and do exactly that, attracting me to
a life of almost perpetual travel. I have
turned my experiences of life in the Middle East into a book, as well as
those of my time in Tanzania, and the notion that
this was possible came directly from my conversations with him. He remains
a great inspiration to me. |
But first, a spot of Grease
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My route to book-writing was a
very circuitous one: although I wrote copy for my father's ad agency
throughout high school, I actually began my professional life in the theatre and performed for all
four performing arts councils. I was a ballet devotee but
ended up combining my love of dancing and singing by performing in
professional productions of many of my favourite musicals
including Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Brigadoon, The Wizard of
Oz, Grease... (True story!) I
also appeared in a dismal local television series and was even a
finalist in the South African search for the new Scarlett O'Hara (pictured
on the left) which -had I won it- would have steered me towards Hollywood
and a life of therapy, anxiety and a quasi-American accent.
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Opportunity knocks (at 35,000ft)...
As it was I left in
search of adventure and went to live in the Arabian Gulf, working at first as
the least likely stewardess ever for the national carrier of Bahrain. I
travelled to heaps of countries all over the world and can tell you with some
authority that the best public toilets are in Singapore.
After I
appeared in the television advert for the airline, the producer of that
commercial got drunk on a flight to London and offered me a job as an Art Director
in his film production company. I took this offer (written on a napkin in case
he forgot the next day) and went on to become a producer of television
commercials and documentaries.
It was a terrific opportunity
and I also got to write copy and scripts for commercials and doccies in the Gulf
and Middle Eastern region. My pen was being
sharpened...
Since then I have worked in
broadcast and print media in Canada, the United
States and England.

...and keeps on knocking (again
at 35,000ft)
In 2004 I became heartily disenchanted with life in the media and left
the UK for Tanzania, where I lived for a year
while working for a small British charity. Some of my Maasai friends are
pictured on the left in their ceremonial finery. Their story is
documented in the (as yet unpublished) book I wrote about my time with
them, called Letters from Longido.
In Longido I had no electricity and no running water. This
reminded me of South Africa and made me homesick. In the course of addressing
this homesickness I journeyed to SA and on the plane met the man who would
become my husband. My first ever words to him were: "I think we're going to be
lucky..."
My husband, Christopher, is a fellow scribe and has taken over the mantle
of proof-reader from my mother. He reads my literary offerings more times than
anyone else has, or indeed should.
We live in a thatched house in the North West Province, with three dogs, four cats, a
plethora of hirsute spiders and a variable electricity and water supply.
You can also click here to read my interview with Bridget McNulty of Literary
Tourism.
And now for some utterly useless
trivia:
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I was originally left-handed but was made to write with my right
hand.
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I always write in bed, in pyjamas or a tracksuit.
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My favourite authors include Stephen Fry, Nick Hornby, PJ O'Rourke,
David Sedaris, PG Wodehouse, David Bennun, Joanne Harris, Tobias Wolff, JM
Coetzee...and I keep adding to this list every day. (So many fantastic
writers, so little time.)
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I follow Formula 1 with a passion bordering on the
obsessive.
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I detest artichokes and asparagus.
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Brussels sprouts are by far my favourite vegetable after chocolate
(say what you like, cocoa is a bean).
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I suffer from tinnitus. It competes with the voices in my
head...
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