About

Those that know me will tell you I am a fantasist, which is probably why I enjoy writing.

I have had a varied career: I was born into a travelling circus and was a human cannon ball until the age of six when I could no longer fit down the barrel.

Just after my seventh birthday I was kidnapped by a pack of Romanian wolves who raised me as their own. I spent the years until my mid-teens roaming the Carpathians, running with my pack until an English gentleman explorer discovered me and bought me to the UK, where I lived in his country estate. I was briefly the darling of the Higher Class, rubbing shoulders with royalty and the echelons of society until they bored of me and I was discarded like the stolen items of cultural significance, forgotten and left to decay in the great rambling house.

By my mid-twenties I realised that I needed to escape my gilded cage, so, under the cover of night I climbed the great wall that surrounded the estate and hitch-hiked my way to Portsmouth. I stowed away on a pirate ship and had to earn my place in the crew. By this time cannons were much larger and my experience during infancy came to the fore; I quickly became an asset by being projected by cannon on to the deck of our target ship and overwhelming the guards with my rapier skills, learned whilst in English captivity.

My life as a buccaneer came to an end when I met my wife. She was learning whale tickling from an Inuit tribe in Newfoundland and it was love at first sight. We returned to the UK as a married couple and now live in Essex with our daughter and Woofy the cockapoo.