This little fella has gone back to Kenya for Christmas, to spend it with his family. I didn't realise it at the time, but I'm told he won't be coming back. No chance to say goodbye, but sometimes a swift, sharp exit is a very good thing.
Born in 1457, Andrew spent his formative years hunting rattlesnakes on the banks of the Mississippi River. Tiring of this, he worked alongside Yasmine Bleeth as a stockbroker in New York, before jacking it in to join the Amish community. A briefly succesful music career in Japan followed before the sake got the better of him and he retired to an obscure part of the public sector in Ireland. He will be pleasantly astonished if anyone chooses to listen to him. He thinks he can spell really well. He feels bad about the rattlesnakes now.