About Me

There are too few characters left in the world

I grew up in a small, quaint village in leafy Sussex and am lucky enough to know some great characters. There is a certain magic in a local institution shuffle into the pub on a Friday evening after a full day's... er... refreshment and having whisper furtively in a language fondly known as "joined up writing" about a horse which is a dead cert and happened to die 16 years ago.

Mine is a family of story tellers. My Dad worked in the oil industry and has been all over the world and met hundreds of weird and wonderful people, and whenever we sit down for a meal, or have a couple of drinks, the stories start flowing faster than the wine. There are tales of Alaskan lawyers, Azeri diplomats, Hells Angels and a chap called Pumpkin-Head.

I decided from a young age that I wanted to see the world and all the maddest, oddest people in it. I want to be that bloke in the pub or the weird uncle at Christmas who always has one story too many, particularly after one port too many.

A bit about me:

• I love people, but only to look at. I wouldn't want to live with one.

• I have no filter; thoughts occur & vocalise pretty much simultaneously.

• I have a wonderful girlfriend (Clemmie) and we have the most gorgeous pet hedgehog, Boris.

• I want to go everywhere, road trips are particularly appealing. I'd love to chase the American Dream from an outsider's perspective.

• I'm big into food & drink (read: I'm big & I like food & drink)

• I know absolutely nothing of any use, but can tell you that the capital of Mongolia is Ulaanbaatar, the capybara is the world's largest rodent and that Samuel Pepys buried a Parmesan cheese to protect it from the Great Fire of London.