An Englishman who (for a nice shiny coin) will do things to a piece of paper that you simply would not believe.
I like stories. I like to read them. I often spend my time thinking what— when you really get down to it —do they mean. Sometimes I write them; great novel sized ones, sometimes so small they look sad sat on a page all by themselves.
I have some fond memories, and lots of embarrassing memories of both my parents (so they obviously did their job right) and i’ll be talking about them here. Some silly, perhaps even a serious one from time to time.
Stick around. Say hello; Who knows, perhaps we’ll make friends, but don’t be surprised is something reminiscent turns up in one of my stories.