About Vaughan Humphries - Part 2

At 22, he decided that he had had quite enough of the same routine day in and day out, so packed his bags and flew across to Europe, where he spent a few months absorbing culture and participating proactively in fostering better international relations. Today, he spends most of his week sitting in his car parked on the M25, with an occasional visit to work in between parking and sleeping. At university, he mainly sat around all day, drinking coffee and talking rubbish. Ten years on, very little has changed, only now he gets paid to do it.

His hobbies include cycling; photography, reading, and watching people try to parallel-park outside the Birdcage pub on a Sunday afternoon. The Birdcage pub is his second home, well it was where he called home for two years. Like the ‘restless spirit’ that haunts the upper floors, you can to this day feel his presence, as he does the occasional shift there, seeing he holds a personal license.

Coal barbecues confuse Vaughan greatly. In his life, he has backhanded a camel that tried to bite his leg, German police have pointed sub machine guns at him and he is known the world over for talking absolute gibberish. Despite all this, he possesses a wicked sense of humour, and asserts that British comedy is the best.

After a string of successful columns in local newspapers, he was coerced into writing a feature-length book, some of which might have made it into the final cut you see before you. He is often mistaken as a native Brit, but he knows who he supports in rugby. He does not understand football, nor does he have any interest in knowing more. Apparently, he supports two teams: New Zealand and anyone playing Australia, but has been convinced that it might be a good idea to support England, although Wales often takes precedence. He has developed a taste for Guinness and old cars. 'Grumpy Young Man' is his first book, and hopefully not his last.