Adrian was found packed in a cardboard crate left on the doorstep of a wealthy tree surgeon and his wife's live-in surgery in Carenigie. They were kind to him and learnt him good. There were no Game Consoles back then, only ataris, so During the summers they taught him to rollerskate and play with crayons. It was there that he fostered a love for the indoors, misadventure, thumbwars, songs about multiplication tables and the color red. He left home at 14 to pursue a career in blasphemy; It didn't turn out so well. It was thus perhaps a good (and rather poetic) thing that whom ever chose that cardboard crate, picked a big one.