Origins

I am originally from Liverpool in what was Lancashire, in England. I was dragged howling into this sorry world on July 24th 1952.

My fractured family consisted of my Mother, Kathleen, and my Father, George, and I might add that never before or since have two people, gifted with a distinct hatred of one another, been joined in wedlock.

At some point in their unfortunate pairing I was produced, sent no doubt by the Lord Above to add to their misery.

Now, many years later you find me alone, save for my adopted family, living within the quarters of a former home of Beatrix Potter, where I eke out an existence of sorts.

I am housed in a simple, single room as part of Staff Quarters. I am thus happy to announce that since my childhood, the sum total of all my worth has increased to sixteen shillings and five pence.

I desperately cling to the illusion that one day I might earn a living as a writer of sorts, though I'm afraid to report that this candle of hope burns ever lower as each day ends.

Regardless of outcome, I am happy, hopeful and haphazard, and will remain so as long as my candle burns.