Author of ‘33.9 Million Miles From Lyme Regis‘
Laurie Avadis and Mark Donnegan founded a band (whose name must never be spoken) in 1980. By 1985, after signing a production deal, The Last Postmen were launched on an unsuspecting world. Radio airplay and headline gigs followed and TLP (as no one is calling them) have never disbanded. Laurie formed The Nightingale Experience with Steve Lewis in 2011. They have played the Festival Du Musique in Loire, Camden Live and in 2018 reached number 2 in the London electronic charts. They are still going strong and their music can be found on SoundCloud and ReverbNation.
Laurie held a major exhibition of his poetry and sketches in the Peggy Jay Gallery in Hampstead, with his sister Simone Bloom, for 10 days in September 2019. You can see his photography at laurieavadis on Instagram and he accepts photographic commissions.
His first novel ‘Ex’ a black comedy was published by Unbound in 2015 and distributed by Penguin and is still available for purchase on Amazon.
Laurie is a member of Viceroys Triathlon Club and is a very keen triathlete, regularly competing in races at sprint and Olympic distances.
He founded Avadis and Co solicitors in 1998 and continues to be a family court advocate for adults and children.
He has written poems, lyrics and prose of some description since he was a teenager. Many of his early works have disappeared in love letters, on the back of placemats, on palms and fists.
Poems do not cascade from him – this has never been a conveyor belt, more a stuttering gazebo at once majestic and ramshackle. This collection contains his work from the last 10 years and tells an intensely personal story.
Like his novel ‘Ex’, this book was written with unbridled passion. Sometimes this manifests in humour, sometimes anger, but always raw honesty. If you read this and you recognise yourself, or someone you loved, then just know that whilst this may not be your truth, or their truth, it is Laurie Avadis’s truth.
I have an imaginary daughter
whose age is as malleable
as the particulates of frost
freckled upon the eyelashes
of snowshoe hares.
(Extract from ‘I Am Your Imaginary Daughter’)