About Me

Richard was born to a very lowly middle class background on the 14th May 1987. That day it has been said that nothing of any particualr importance happened, though less then 1% of the population know different. That was the day that sales of cakes was going to increase.There then followed around 19 or so years of unsolicited posh-ness being taught to him, even on saturdays, including several dozens of pointless lessons about weathering. During this time an as yet (and still) undiscovered Jazz musician suggested that spoonerisms were a la mode. As such, Hitch was born. Even so, few noticed that the spoonerism of ‘Pitbull Terrier’ was ‘Titbull Perrier’. Hitch, lost and bemused, arrived at waverley station and he knew instantly, that he was home. After 3 months lodging in the ‘lost baggage’ area, Hitch was moved by police as he was considered to be a fire hazard. Stumbling around, Hitch found his way into a party, where kind samaritans bathed him (gave him tennants) and offered him a home. One of these men were doug. Immediately Hitch and Doug hated each other, each laughing incontrollably at their own jokes, but oit asn’t until someone recorfed these heated interchanges that life or the duo was to change irreversibly.

(taken from old site, so a bit silly – I will update at some point)