Mike's
true origins are not wholly known but many speculate that he was
begat of the union between a small-time fashion designer from Bristol
and a reptillian shape-shifter from a parallel universe who, upon
seeing the product of said union, shape-shifted and shipped out,
all ship-shaped and Bristol fashioned.
In
later life, as a direct result of the acrimonious breakdown of his
relationship with his washing machine and Dyson vacuum cleaner,
both
of whom left him to persue a more active life with his ex-partner,
he moved to Spain in the summer of 2004, where he has learned new
life skills such as how to make a candle out of Babybel wax and
a short legnth of dental-floss, and how
to make the Starship Enterprise out of a used floppy disk -
assets that he feels will stand him in good stead for his new life
on the coast. His education continues in this direction.
Mike's
writing career started at a very early age and his first poem "Jack
Frost" received critical acclaim from Miss Worsley, his old
spinster primary school teacher who owned a faded grey Moggie Minor.
"Minor Moggie Incident" was his second poem, inspiration
for which came from Miss Worsley nearly running over the old faded
grey school cat in the playground. From these early days his writing
style has evolved into what can only be described as an incongruous
collection of paragraphs sprent with superfluous adjectives and
inappropriately long sentences, but
he dosn't care because it makes him laugh - which is what it's all
about in the end, I guess.
