Graham Hamer was born a few years before Queen Elizabeth came to the British throne (the second Queen Elizabeth, that is). One event was televised, one wasn’t. His own event happened somewhere between England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales on a funny little island where the cats have no tails and the occasional witch still gets rolled down a steep hill in a spiked barrel. He left the Isle of Man to get a life. He got one. He went back to his island. You’ll find him there now if you know where to look. Accountant, pig-herder (briefly), businessman, business analyst, web site builder - hell, writing’s more fun.