In the year of 1989, I was born under a tree in a Scottish Moor...that's what they call a hospital in the Highlands...My parents were Coo Farmers (Gaelic for Cattle Farmers) with degrees in Botany, MArine Biology, Cartography and Finger Painting. In the Summer of 1991 in Scotland and the Winter of the same year in Swasiland, my parents were kicked off their land by the Laird(Gaelic for Landlord) and as Scotland had been studied for Millenia, there was no need for Botanists, Marine Biologists or Cartographer and FInger painting went out of Fashion in Scotland back in 1988. So they embarked on settling in the Colonies...Australia to be precisicated. So my father went from being a Cooboy to being a Rooboy. Teaching me from a young age how to wrangle roos, milk em, kill em, eat em, spar with em, ride on em...ride IN em, teach em how to read and write, how to tuck em into bed and sing them a good old Aussie lullaby after a long day of milkin, ridin, reading, writin, speaking, fightin and s