I was once a beaten quarter finalist in a seaside cheese measuring competition.
I used to live in London, but decided to move after an army of vigilante squirrels invaded it, just as I was singing it to sleep.
I console myself in my arboreal rodent enforced exile by writing short stories, poetry, sketches, a blog and contributions to this site. I’m also writing a novel, which you can find out about at Zobeland.com. Although publication on any major scale has eluded me thus far, I hold out hope that writing will, one day, become my day job and I can drive the squirrels back from whence they came.