I was born in the deep recesses of the earth, at a time before Continental Drift. I currently live in a deep pit, alongside the M3 motorway in England. It is a humble abode, where I get few visitors, which provides suitable, peaceful conditions in which to write my poetic creations. Occasionally small, lumpen men come out of the adjoining tunnels and pummel me with lengths of lead piping, but I know them and have assured local police that it is just a running joke between myself and them. I always laugh even more when I get my own back by blowing up their tunnels, in retaliation. |
Here is a picture of me and my family at the seaside in happier times. I was only small potatoes then - that's me, front left. |
Here is a snap of me out clubbing in my stiletto gumboots |
My life consists of writing my poetry, zapping it across usenet, reading poetry comments, dressing up in bizarre PVC attire, also headbanging, potholing and having regular run-ins with a sneaky character called Carrot Top, who appears in the unlikeliest of places. There is not much more to say, except please call back from time to time, as this website is always growing. |
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(Carrot Top and I have a battle in verse)
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