Born in London 1952, Alan and family moved to Kent before he was two. Here he enjoyed for eight years the idyll which is the garden of England.
An accidental grammar school boy, who drifted through 5 years of education, before the Head Master suggested that it was time to leave with the few meagre qualifications he had obtained.
At that point one might say he discovered his true talent, selling. Few people held out when his ready smile and flawless sales pitch was turned on them.
Yet something was amiss, Alan found selling just too easy and constantly mentally constructed stories to relieve the tedium of getting people too buy things they did not really want or need.
Only a move to Cornwall and the discovery of abc spell check, some 40 years later, released him to explore his writing ability.
In 2003 I moved to Cornwall not expecting this relocation would incarcerate me in the Land of Lyoness and its inhabitants' bizarre escapades.
The house I purchased had been built in 1889, a gentleman's town house for Richard Trevilian-Prod R.A..
During renovations we found in the cellar a battered metal chest. Perhaps I should have left it unopened, perhaps I should have burnt it, I didn't!
Forcing open the lid my brain was assailed by an army of voices, screaming to be heard and their tales told.
Reeling under attack, I managed to lift and open one of a number of black leather bound books. Inside in fine script was written, 'Diary 1 of Lyoness, by The First Minister.'
Underneath, 'Zennor protect me from this bunch of gull brained misfits!'
Each diary carefully chronicled the people and their antics. It was clear that none of them would be silenced. Each assailed my mind demanding that their tales were told, as in truth they assured me, 'it was not my blogging fault'.
For sceptics who do not believe that Lyoness existed, I can point to some robust, and undeniable facts.
Although submerged by the sea, no less an historian and all round expert, Lord Alfred Tennyson wrote of Lyoness. He claimed with certainty, 'It would rise again in time to consume the Knights of the Round Table.'
Fishermen evidence a ship which appears off Sennen Cove, making a loud 'whooping' noise, predicting foul weather. It is called 'The Bloated Serpent,' and has saved countless seafarers' lives.
Finally, we can know that the location of the City of Lyoness was 50.103N, 6.100W. Whilst underwater the position is known as 'The Town' by Cornish men, and avoided at all costs!