So... you want to know about me? Be careful what you wish for.....

Genetically modified before birth on the Vorlon Homeworld, I was born and grew up in the dark wilds of North Wales. Wrecsam actually. It's dark and it's wild; a bit like Twin Peaks without the coffee. One day I escaped and fled to London, where I discovered that I was a Londoner in a past life. My Welsh lilt has mostly gone now, and I've picked up some of my boyfriend Barry's 'Sarf Lahndan' accent.

I'm an artist, illustrator and writer. Most of my written work has been Science Fiction or Horror, and has been published both here and in The States. I'm still working on the novel. If it's ever published I hope they don't pay me in advance for a sequel as this one has been 'in construction' for about five years now.
Science Fiction is one of my obsessions. (What is it with gay men and Science Fiction?) I've been reading it since I was about ten years old, and I'm still not bored with space-ships. I get a bit picky these days though. You won't catch me reading a Star Trek or Doctor Who novel (though I'll watch the TV programmes). I consider them to be polluting the market. I have a habit of taking them off the SF shelves in bookshops and putting them in the kids section where they belong, and I advise you all to do the same thing.
My latest favourite author is Peter F Hamilton. He writes a mean space opera.
If you want some advice on good books please e-mail me. I'm only too happy to tell people what they should be reading.. (GRIN)

We live in Notting Hill in West London (yeah...like the film), but thankfully none of the people round here are anything like Hugh Grant.
It's an interesting area, full of history, and, for some reason, a favourite spot for TV companies to come and film pithy London dramas and episodes of Doctor Who.

Other than that... I'm a friendly guy. I have a few pet hates (The Royal Family, The Spice Girls, Foxhunting) but generally I'm very easy-going, and due to my peculiar state of mind tend to have a lot of tolerance for other people's madness. (Celine Dion fans are an exception. They deserve everything they get)

So... welcome to my Socialist Republic. Have fun, and feel free to get back to me.
I have to go now. I have a revolution to organise.

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