The Plays Wot I Wrote, including the story of The Battle of Barking Creek.

Rather belatedly I have exciting news about The Plays Wot I Wrote, I can now confirm that this hugely fascinating collection of plays is now available in paperback form.

I know that to self publicise may in certain circles be considered bad form but I really must encourage you all to purchase this fine collection of plays, available on and

For any film producers who may be reading this I would dearly love you to read the story of The Battle of Barking Creek which tells the true story of a friendly fire incident which took place on the third day of World War Two where two of our airmen were shot down resulting in the death of one of them.

I have written the story from the point of view of the Courts Martial which took place at Bentley Priory but the story cries out to be made into a full length feature film.

To read the The Plays Wot I Wrote I would ask you to follow the link above and purchase this moderately priced book.

Thank you.


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The Plays Wot I Wrote.

At last I have put some of the plays that I wrote on line for your edification and delight. They are available on or or try the following link.

The Plays Wot I Wrote.

the plays wot I wrote ebook cover

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What to get for the man who has everything?

Yet again I am trying to drag myself into the 21st century by opening yet another on-line emporium, which as the title suggests is exactly what it says on the tin.

If you would be so kind as to visit the site

I would be most grateful if whilst there you would consider making a purchase which would enable me to receive a small remuneration, which as my funds are dwindling would assist in the upkeep of my wife, children, dogs, Bentleys and other classic cars.

Thanking you in anticipation,

Joe Wells.



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Thirty pieces of silver.

Life in the country is fairly quiet during the winter months, at least it is with regard to any activities of an outdoor nature as far as I’m concerned. I am a wimp where the cold weather is concerned, I could no more walk to the South Pole than fly and as for defending my Countries honour fighting in a trench up to my neck in freezing cold water it’s definitely not my forte. In my imagination I always envisaged myself as the dashing World War Two Spitfire pilot, whizzing about the countryside in a 1936 MG TA to join my Squadron, win a DFC, grow a splendid handlebar moustache and be recognised as one of the foremost air aces of the period. However in real life I suspect I would be better employed as a member of ENSA performing to entertain the troops and proving the acronym Every Night Something Awful. Yet again I have digressed from my original point about The Thirty Pieces of Silver and the fact that I have sold out to some extent by producing an on line emporium retailing hoodies and baseball hats for people who have no idea which way their head is facing. There is a link to said emporium which should be

but as it seems to be constantly changing and not going to the required page I have temporarily given up the idea of online retail. Myself I shall be sticking with the tried and tested tweed suit although if one were ever called upon to spend time up to your neck in water in a World War One trench, if it were possible to slip one of these hoodie style garments under your greatcoat I’m sure it would help to alleviate the symptoms of frostbite no end. Best wishes and toodle pip to you all.

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1939 Rover 12

1939 Rover 12

For those of you who read my previous post which suggested you should look for the small photo of my good self languishing on the bonnet of my 1939 Rover 12 and wondered where said photo was secreted I have uploaded a rather larger version, although I wasn’t expecting it to be quite so large.

The way things are going I may have to change the name of what is fast becoming a motoring diary rather than a diary of a country bumpkin and with that in mind I have to report that I have had yet another whimsy turn and purchased yet another motor.

The purchase was facilitated with the assistance of ebay and I suspect, the occasion of an ‘important’ football match which left just myself and one other chap available to bid on a rather splendid 1967 Morris Minor 1000.

Whilst everyone else was apparently engrossed elsewhere I was lucky enough to purchase said car complete with MOT, (remember them?) for the price of one which would normally only be of use as spares.

We went down to Brighton to pick her up and I was immediately impressed by the lack of brakes however as someone who started life with a 1935 Austin Seven I was used to looking at the horizon before making decisions about whether there was any likelihood of having to stop the bugger or not.

New drum brakes have since been purchased along with new hoses, fan belt and many other essential service items at what seem like very reasonable prices.

I will at some time in the future post a photo of the Morris Minor, in the mean time may I take this opportunity to wish all my fellow classic car enthusiasts happy motoring and toodle pip for now.


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Bentley Mk VI

Bentley Mk VI

1947 Bentley MK VI ouside Bletchley Park

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1947 Bentley MK VI

My how time flies, yet again. I seem to say this every time I return to blogging having been dragged away by the more tedious aspects of modern life.

What may you ask has been keeping me occupied over the period of the last few months, well mostly gardening and DIY and the like….risking life and limb precariously balanced on the garage roofs removing the moss with a lawn rake.

We have had the tree feller, ( que old joke about three Irish chaps who came to chop down a tree) anyway trees have been fallen and the wood is looking far better for it and I have learnt from watching a true professional at work. Not perhaps enough to start my own business but enough for me to run amock with my chainsaw attacking the rather poorly ash trees that stand in my way of transforming a wood into a garden and croquet lawn.

Which brings me to the point of this current blog….. ash trees, or more especially the potential lack of said trees from Chalara dieback disease.

The eagle eyed of you who view this may have noticed the small picture of my good self languishing on the bonnet of my 1939 Rover 12 and thought ‘what a fine piece of British engeneering’ and may I suggest the car’s quite a fine specimen too.

With this in mind I have some potentially tragic news… awful lot of older motors are made with the use of ash wood in their frames and indeed modern Morgans are still being produced with ash frames.

Whilst the Chalara dieback disease has provided us with plenty of wood for the household wood burners for next year, the lack of wood for restorers of old motors could prove problematical, let’s hope they find a resistant strain to keep ash trees viable for the future.

On the subject of old motors, whilst I was away from blogging I had a bit of a whimsy turn and purchased a rather splendid 1947 Bentley MK VI, a car I first had desires for in the early 70’s….still, better late than never.

She is a beautiful car to drive and with a 4257cc engine she positively purrs up the hills, unlike my first classic car, a 1935 Austin Seven with a 747cc engine which couldn’t pull the skin off a rice pudding, but that doesn’t stop you loving them any the less, it’s like children so I’m led to believe.

The wife and I took the Bentley on our usual trip to the Goodwood Revival which for those of you not in the know is the best classic car motor racing event in the world which is always a weekend in September and the sun always shines.

We went down for the extra day this year to watch the cricket match which takes place in the grounds of Goodwood House on the thursday adding an extra dimension to the weekend.

It is de rigueur to dress in period dress for The Revival so I was very pleased with my new tweed suit when the wife and I were stopped for our photo by none other than Gustav Temple editor of the esteemed publication The Chap Magazine for their Oct/Nov issue, it’s probably more prestigious than being in Vogue or Tatler or dare I say it Country Life!

Well that’s it for now, toodle pip.

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