Spud books by Nick Kol

Nick Kol Tweets to Spud Fans

Spud fans flocked to Twitter to chat to Nick Kol, the author of the Spud series.

To celebrate the release of the fourth and final

Nationwide Spud - Exit,Pursued by a Bear Events

To find out more about Spud - Exit, Pursued by a Bear launch events happening around the country visit the  Official Spud Books Facebook page now.

Spud - Exit, Pursued by a Bear Launch Party VIP Tickets Competition

Spud - Exit, Pursued by a Bear VIP Tickets Competition

To enter, please tell us (in 100 words or less) why you are Nick Kol’s biggest fan. Email your answer to [email protected] and include your name, address and contact number. Competition closes on 13 July 2012 and is only open to South African residents. 

24 May 2012

Spud: Exit, Pursued by a Bear storyline revealed!

After an unexpected and diabolical farewell breakfast conversation with his father, Spud Milton returns to boarding school for his 1993 Matric year, his last as a schoolboy. Armed with a prefects’ tie and a raging libido, Spud soon discovers that being a large(ish) fish in a small pond has its fair share of challenges. He finds himself embroiled in fighting for his own room, directing a house play where both lead actors refuse to learn their lines, and assisting in Vern Blackadder’s dramatic return from the dead with nothing more than a drip cord and a pair of oven gloves.

17 May 2012

DEAR PURVEYORS OF FINE POTATOES

Dear Purveyors of Fine Potatoes


It’s been a while since my last update and I am so dreadfully sorry for leaving you in the lurch. My feeble excuse of writing the fourth (and final) Spud novel was quite rightly laughed out of town. So to temper the hostility I shall soften your resistance with two slices of breaking Spud news:

12 January 2011

A THOUSAND MILES WITH HENRY CHARLES BUKOWSKI

Yesterday I received news, courtesy of producer Ross Garland’s carrier pigeon, that prefers to fly under the curious pseudonym of Henry Charles Bukowski, that it carried with it an important missive.   After languidly wolfing down a bowl of seed and slotting half a Red Bull, the feathery creature kindly extended its leg and I was able to remove the small note attached to its knobbly ankle. The note read:

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