Hiding behind the tweed-mind-armour in a locked room above a hidden basement lays Drewsy.
He writes on a typewriter with the utmost pretension. The typewriter cost him about a months wage.
He is here to read the stories to you though, not write them at you. He's also here to fight dragons.
He lives in the capital city of Australia, he loves the homely aesthetic of it all.
He writes in third person for biographies because he's a pretentious prat. You'll love him, someday.