I was born in the cradle of humanity, under martial curfew to a mother from South America and a father from South London. I spent the early years of my life travelling the world as I followed my fathers posting.When my father left us, we moved in with my Aunt and her family in South London. Here my love of food and stories began. I would spend hours, playing in fantasy worlds that me and my cousins had created. Every night after bath time, I would write stories as my mother and aunt cooked up wait and see.At school inspired by my English teacher Miss Sharp, I would write poetry and small plays, which where acted out in front of the class. Writing almost left me, but it was my cousin Domo who kicked it alive again. To him, I am truly grateful. So heres to beer, good food and a loving family.