I’m a poet, excusemonger, self-aggrandiser, trainee human being and an utter failure at making toast.
I like to think that I’m distantly related to the first Rajah of Sarawak, even though that’s a geneological impossibility.
During termtime I subsist in Earlsdon.
I have a weakness for silk ties.
I have no birth marks, scars or inherent special powers, and I’m pretty bitter about it.
I hide behind big words.