<br>During swinging sixties London, completely against his will, Chris Whyatt was born into abject gravity.<br>He realised the obvious some years later while working on a building site in the middle of nowhere, battling against the wind and rain. Surely, he was somehow switched at birth and there is a sultan out there, somewhere, who should have been a construction worker.<br>Chris Whyatt (temporary name) believes that people eventually see the error of their ways and do the decent thing. It's only been fifty-seven years, after all. So, until such time, we shall all have to put up with the inane stream of literary madness.<br>Talking of which, here's the boring bit.<br>He mainly writes humorous fantasy.<br>This is by no means a promise, though, and the right is reserved to pen whatever comes into his strange little mind with no prior warning.<br>You have been not warned.
