Bryan's life to date has been the stuff of legend and some say myth. His personal adventures include bumming around South Africa, (he claims he left with R162 and returned with R162 and managed to avoid any sort of work whatsoever.) As this wasn't enough of a challenge he decided to try it out in Europe, where he spent most of his time living in homeless shelters and on the odd occasion selling encyclopaedias, badly and washing dishes, even worse. On his return he took up Paragliding. After a nasty incident while attempting a Base jump only to discover paragliding parachutes don't work very well as base jump 'shutes he decided to settle down to a 'quiet life', as he puts it, but what the rest of us would call 'anything but'.
He writes for fun or as he claims to make himself laugh, (he is his own biggest fan). Unlike most authors he doesn't care where or on what he writes, he can be found hammering away on an old inherited Remington typewriter, laptop or on extreme occasions (mostly while queuing) on his mobile phone. When not writing he spends his time doing research for his books. This means incredibly stupid and/or funny stuff that he can later subject his characters to.
He lives in Mauritius at present, with his long time fiancé and Goth Rock Star Riki, who, when not creating Goth anthems, doubles as his proof reader. When growing up he wanted to be something cool like a missile technologist or quantum theorist, so he quiet often finds himself astonished and rather disappointed to be a qualified cosmetic chemist. After much demand for his hilarious tales he decided to leave the world of lipstick and eyeliner behind and go scuba diving. No doubt another mistake, but at least he can concentrate on his writing, when not 40 meters underwater.
Never ask him to read extracts from his book, particularly the funny bits. He'll spend most of, if not all, his allotted time doubled up in hysterics, claiming he knows what's coming, and it's a good bit. He never makes it, leaving the rest of us to read it for ourselves