My step-uncle Edwin, who now goes by the name of Shariff. An early dial-up internet entrepreneur, he styled himself "the modem king of the Murrumbidgee catchment". He served as Treasurer of the local council for many years and used the platform to make a name for himself as a celebrity weatherman and guest on the summer telethons raising funds for charity. He recently had a falling out with a major local business figure and friend and found himself shunned at the Rotary Club. As a result he is thinking of relocating to Western Australia to stage some of the plays he has been writing at night for the past few decades.
A raging Bruxist, I grew up on an ostrich farm until I was mistaken for a woman one time too many. Leaving my angsty post-teen life as one of three only children, I flew to Stockholm where I unexpectedly won the Man Booker Prize for lengthy blogging about being short. I'm perplexed to report that I like painting tiny Romans.