I was born Wayne Kerr, son of a miner striker and a horseradish sculptor. I spent the first five years of my life attached to the roof of our one bedroom council house in Poxtown with a bucket to catch rainwater because my family were too poor to replace the broken roof tiles. My five brothers and sisters were similarly positioned strategically around the house on "maintenance duty". When I finally attended school at the age of 16 I was routinely harassed by the other children because all my family were gay and my father was a dog. I was consequently nicknamed Peter. I was forced by the teachers to walk around school with a ripe brie on my collarbone and to address the other children as lords. To be continued...
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
A dentist with a tattoo of an owl on his forehead.
