Description

This story could begin at 49 Trafalgar Square, where a brightly buffed brass sign confidently declares it’s the site of Drummonds Bank. And where the name Drummonds is boldly chiselled over the ornate mahogany double door that faces Nelson’s Column and the majestic Landseer lions on each corner.

Or, this story could begin in Windsor Castle. Or in His Majesty’s Prison Wormwood Scrubs. And, it could end back in the UK in some council flat in Oxfordshire.

But in between what it is, is a story of one man, George Drummond. A man born with a silver spoon in his mouth, an inheritance of millions of pounds sterling in his pockets. To say he led a colorful life would be an understatement. George, a very good friend of Richard Branson, when fallen on hard times with seemingly inexhaustible numbers of free airline tickets from Virgin. Or the very Sitar George Harrison brought from India and gifted to George in the 70’s by George in Barbados in appreciation, sold decades later at auction to eke out desperately needed money.

George is always around. He’s there. He’s Zelig. You see him… Except that you really don’t know him. If anyone can tell the story of George, it’s his ex-wife Rachel Manley and his son, Drum, the surfing lawyer. Rachel, the daughter of Michael Manley, Jamaica’s former Prime Minister is a prize winning author. She’s won Canada’s Governor General’s Award for non-fiction for “Drumblair: Memories of a Jamaican Childhood”; has written three other memoirs, two novels, several books of poetry, and has had a 20-year long career as a teacher of non-fiction in the MA creative writing program at Lesley University in Boston MA.