After a bout of being Dutch for the first two years of my life I suddenly found myself in a foreign land. England land. To be honest I didn't really notice the change but I'm pretty sure I ended up in Bristol because that’s where I am now and it would be a shock to discover I was somewhere else.

As a young lad I always wanted to be a cartoonist but the cruel realities of life dashed those innocent dreams. Admittedly they were dashed in favour of getting a job to get money to go out and have a good old laugh with my mates, but at what cost? Well, corporate Hades was the cost but thankfully in 2009 the world went mental and I was freed by a secret cost cutting weapon of mass dissmisal.

After being hit with the Corporate Redundancy Ray a strange, long lost power of cartoonification was reignited. I figured I would use this power in the most obvious way available to me... fighting crime. This turned out to be a rather large error on my part and so I took my badly beaten body back to the drawing board... and used that to draw stuff on.
This turned out to be a pretty good idea which I had framed and locked in a vault for safe keeping.