Stephen Mark was born in Bristol some years ago. He has pursued the path of a swashbuckler from an early age but fate has invariably intervened to deny him the greatness he so richly deserves. Forays into the worlds of music and acting have met with a marked lack of success but that is another story. Being a determined sort, Stephen has not allowed himself to become disheartened; instead he has blundered on through thin and thick, leaving a trail of unsatisfactory endings in his wake.

The long and winding street of disappointment has seen him chasing the next ‘big idea’ across various European countries: he is presently holed-up in France with his long-suffering wife, Cat and their bilingual son. Ineptitude and declining interest has yielded little besides a growing expertise in blind cheese-tasting and twelve-hour lunch breaks.

Passionate about music, Stephen plays numerous musical instruments but, in true 'Jack of all Trades' fashion, has mastered none of them.

Writing then, is a last-ditch effort to bring to fruition the dream of retiring to a place unaffected by Global Raining - somewhere where inspiration can be found under a sun that shines in defiance of a deeply confused jet stream.

If this venture fails, it will be someone else’s fault.