I sprouted from a seed pod rumoured to have been scattered in the Scottish Highlands by the sons of the notorious Ragnar Lothbrok around a thousand years ago. After many a year spent learning the fine art of piracy from Captain Jack Sparrow on the high seas off Guatemala, I found myself transported by some little-known form of alien technology to the most hallowed lands of Victoria, Australia known as Frankston. Shortly thereafter I began scrawling bad poetry in an old notebook. That notebook, if I recall correctly, had a picture of a very young Eddie Vedder and John Lennon singing a duet with piano accordions on the cover. After helping Rick Grimes and Daryl Dixon escape from a vast, wandering zombie herd I escaped to the far northern tropics of Australia. Later in life I became a hippie, grew my hair long, drank schooners of ice-cold beer and listened to articulate neo-Grunge Rock artists (I think one of them may have been Anakin Skywalker, or possibly Tony Stark, it’s hard to tell which, they look so similar). I love football. And dogs. And coffee. And I love beer. Most of all though, I love peace and quiet. And I write poetry too.
Michael Cunliffe
The Thoughts Of Odvito 