Haarlson Phillipps lives, works and does stuff in Barcelona. When not writing and reading he enjoys good food and drink and good conversation in good company. He also enjoys discovering architectural details; visiting museums; exploring Catalunya; occasional long walks in the hills; a bit of cooking; pretending to practice català, and the occasional board game. He is a proud voting member of C.E. Europa football club — Els Escapulats.
Haarlson was expelled from school for political activism. He then worked in a factory, printing labels on plastic bottles; as a milkman; as a performer and community artist; an office boy in a quantity survetors practice; and as a shop assistant in a stationers, before moving to London where he worked for British Rail—as a labourer, then as an assistant signal technician—all the while writing short stories.
Six months after the supposed Soviet ‘invasion’ of Afghanistan Haarlson spent time with mujahideen fighters in the Hindu Kush … an experience which shaped his life for a good few years. Having survived a hailstorm of Soviet Russian bullets, fear…real fear… no longer held any fear. The escapade was a chilling, liberating, lesson. Thereafter — unprovoked confrontations with beered-up rugby lads, squaddies, and uppity police officers — mattered not. The coward had become fearless reckless.
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