I was born looking more-than-vaguely extraterrestrial. As a blond-haired, blue-eyed and rosy cheeked child, I played the prince in all the school plays. Yet somehow greatness still eludes me. Why am I still working jobs for/with hung-over teenagers? Because I write in my spare time, that's why, rather than getting an Actuarial Degree, or welding my fingers together. Maybe I'll go outside now . . .