I was born in Alexandria in Scotland a long long time ago. My parents, seeing my profile, realised I was more Puffin than boy and left me to be brought up by a Puffin family who lived next door. We had a wonderful life and everything was beautiful until I picked up my first guitar and started playing. The true son of my adopted family, whose name was Gary, was very jealous that I could play the wonderful instrument and eventually his burning envy caused my ejection from my puffin home. I roamed the hills and lochs for long long years, playing my guitar for money and occassionally betraying my puffin heritage by doing puffin calls to attract my kin. What happened to them after they came I do not know as I walked away, head down, too scared to show my face. Eventually I came to London where I found a home and acceptance for my strange ways and background. I was taken under the wing of the Lord of Evil and his young desciples, the Perishers and was taught the ways of the rock and the ways of the roll. Once I realised I could buy cheap fish in Tesco I found happiness again and began my lifes work, the anthemic life of Puffinboy a drama in many parts. The journey begins here my friends and ends, who knows where.
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