It has been almost two years now since the book blogger Grumpyoldbookman first aired the possibility that I might be a librarian from Swansea. I had hoped that the librarians of that town would, with all due modesty, rise up and repudiate the claim. For the sake of their own reputations, if not for mine. But, alas, they have remained stubbornly silent; clearly they are enjoying their hour of stolen glory. So I have decided to set the record straight myself. Far from being a librarian in Swansea or anywhere else I am, in fact, a former advertising copywriter. I spent the past ten years lotus eating in Bangkok but have recently been forcibly repatriated to Blighty by the vicissitudes of fate. (I got sick.) I now live in Oxford where I continue to chronicle the moral turpitude of the criminal underclasses of Aberystwyth. Feel free to write to me about anything you like, if you are not bonkers I'll write back. Or consult the appendix for details of my agent and TV rights; and also for a scary story about a chap who seems to think he is me. (Not recommended for those of a nervous disposition.) Strewn around this site also you will find details of my new creative writing skool, some further lurid biographical details in the chapter Afore the Mast and evidence regarding the international acclaim I achieved as an advertising copywriter.