I was abandoned by my parents in a small rural backwater in Northern Uzbekistan and was raised as a feral child by a hive of friendly wasps. Communicating solely through a complicated system of high-pitched buzzes I became something of a minor celebrity in my native country and in 1982 was brought to England as part of a cultural tour to ease anglo-uzbek relations. I took the opportunity of this visit to run away, eventually settling on the South coast in the bustling coastal resort of Hastings where I work as a lavatory attendant/pickpocket during the summer months. I have used my time here to learn to speak the language well and now have many friends. I like this county's psychedelic music and also it's curry and lager-beer.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
A strange goblin-like creature who appeared to me once in an hallucination. He asked me to make myself comfortable and said he would divulge to me the secret of perfect happiness. Alas, the hallucination faded away before he was able to tell me....
