Still creating more funnier stuffs.

About me: What else could I do but become a clown?

I was born near Belfast and came from a short line of tall show business folks, my mother was a drug dealer, well okay, a pharmacist and my father was a poet and teacher, his father was a Variety & Cinema Hall Manager and his wife, my grandma, played piano for the silent movies. My dad says he once climbed the front of a cinema dressed in a gorilla suit to pull the crowds for the opening of King Kong. On my mum's side we were mostly commie agitators, her mother being the first woman in the Communist Party in the UK, the party where my parents met. They certainly knew a party when they saw one.

SO! After a very relaxing few years at art school in London (no really, I didn't inhale), more wasted years as a small time theatre manager, I decided to jump the footlights and tread the boards myself. Ambitiously we bypassed circus life in tents and we called ourselves a zoo, Ra-Ra Zoo. After more than ten chaotic and tumultuous years on the road, by rail , ship and aeroplane, we crash landed in a field near Cambridge in England and walked away, limping in my case.

I limped off to Ireland, my spiritual home, this was 1994, pre Father Ted, Ireland was still in the grip of the priests and the interwibble was just a glint in the minds eye of Tim Berners Lee. But lights had gone on on my little inner screen and was already adept at making my computer a publishing machine. A forced crash course apprenticeship in a typesetting bureau and with a big software publishers in Cork focused and honed my skills and I was soon ready and able to carry the torch for web design, as soon as web sites had been invented