blowback

Old enough to know better: young enough to do it anyway.

Cable TV-obsessed, mildly artistically inclined, semi-wonk. Once earned salt and kudos in international m-advertising ( London, Johannesburg, Cape Town, Edinburgh, Istanbul & Nairobi + on & off spells in Casablanca ( sweet, but then that was before Al Q'aeda ) and Lagos ( universally horrific and that was in the absence of both Al Q'aeda and Boko Haram; regular electricity, consequently functioning air-conditioning and potable water).

Loves Macs, although was always profoundly chary of the now-dead, non-surfing hippie.

Gray lives in Johannesburg, South Africa, not Cochabamba, Prague or Seville. He was, many, many years ago, married – the most expensive sex he ever had – but is: praise whoever, childless.

Neither does he have - as either life companion or emotional compensation - a dog, cat or other incomprehensible, mute and dependent, lesser life form.

Nor does he have a blonde trophy wife with the seemingly obligatory and endearingly talented, but immensely annoying 2.3 children with ADD or Tourette’s Syndrome in tow.

And he most certainly doesn’t own a dole-eyed Golden Retriever