Alex Thomson worked in publishing for twelve years, and had recently changed careers to take up teaching. He wrote Death of a Clone on the train during his daily commute to London, scribbling away in biro in a notebook, surrounded by sweaty commuters. He has two small and lively boys, which explains why trying to write at home is not always a realistic option. His short fiction has been published in the Nocturne anthologies. When not writing, he can be found whiling away the hours in board game cafes or playing the bongos.
