WELCOME TO CRACKMASK
by Eddie Haworth
Updated 14/05/2026
Crossing the Wild Water
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I’m grateful to have survived the torrents that once tried to pull me under. If Crackmask can offer a handhold, a breath, or a moment of steadiness to someone in their own wild water, then every rapid meant something.
Welcome to the home of Crackmask, a memoir built from lived experience, early fractures, hard‑won resilience, and the long, uneven work of rebuilding a life from the inside out. This space follows the journey behind the book: the memories that shaped it, the places that forged it, and the clarity that finally allowed it to be written. Here you’ll find updates as the publication date approaches, reflections on survival and purpose, and glimpses into a life scattered across continents yet held together by truth. If you’ve ever rebuilt yourself piece by piece or wondered how someone does, you’re in the right place. The mask cracked a long time ago. This is what came through.
People often ask, “Why do I call myself Dr Percey Veer?”
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Well, because that’s the name I registered with Equity, the British Actors' Union. It’s one of the names I used, that followed me across continents, street corners, back rooms, circus tents, city slums, refugee camps and theatres where I did my best to make people laugh. Not in any grand way, just in the simple, human way that sometimes matters more than we realise. I’ve been lucky enough to bring a bit of joy to people who didn’t always have much reason to laugh. That’s something I hold quietly, not proudly, more a privilege than an achievement. Being dyslexic, I never wrote scripts for the slapstick shows. I just trusted instinct, timing, and the willingness to look ridiculous for the sake of someone else’s smile. Writing a memoir, though… that’s a different kind of tightrope. Spell‑check helps, but the words come from a deeper place than the pratfalls ever did. The words I’ve written are a quiet archive of a life that cracked early and had to be stitched back together, one stubborn step at a time. A look behind the greasepaint at the shadows, the deep scars, and the strange persistence that kept me moving when logic said I shouldn’t. |
A true story
of the cracks that shaped me, and the light that shone through.
Crackmask grew out of a lifetime spent navigating the edges of survival, identity, and purpose. It follows Eddie Haworth through the landscapes that shaped him, from childhood upheaval to years of physical work, creative graft, and frontline safeguarding across cultures and continents.
The memoir explores how a life marked by disruption can evolve into one defined by clarity, compassion, and a refusal to look away from the truth.
This website charts the unfolding journey toward publication: the thoughts that didn’t make it into the book, the memories that continue to surface, and the reflections that come with finally giving shape to a life lived at full tilt.
Readers will find new writing, behind‑the‑scenes insights, and ongoing updates as Crackmask approaches its June release.
For anyone drawn to memoirs of resilience, lived experience, trauma recovery, or the strange alchemy of turning pain into purpose, this space offers a deeper look into the world behind the book and the man who lived it.
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