Born in the wilds of Ireland, Dave came to public notice after the cherished Irish ritual of 'Arrryafuckitgowaywidya' (where the newborn child hunts and kills a bear to use as a makeshift crib) went horribly, horribly wrong.
Several peasant uprisings and two burned breweries later, the young ginger lad found himself lost on the streets of Cairo, a writer-for-hire, the lowest of the low, surviving on rats and the occasional stolen jar of caviar.
He enjoys reading, writing and the occasional yam.
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