Gareth was born in North Wales in 1986 to an unsuspecting middle-aged couple hoping for early retirement. Their hopes were understandably dashed, but their young creation counterbalanced any anxieties of prolonged hardship by demonstrating a keen interest in gardening. He was soon set to work on the land.
The chance gift of a pencil (he wasn’t allowed a pen because his handwriting was so bad) and pad of paper encouraged the boy to retreat into his own fantasy world where he could create people and places that his own surroundings could not offer. As time progressed, so too did his desire to expand this fantasy world.
Back in the real world this writing was, by the adults around him, translated into an interest in English literature and to some extent Gareth, progressing into adulthood, accepted this. And whilst the land he worked on in the garden remained arid, the world in his mind grew plentiful fruit… though oddly the fruit remained rather bitter.
Suddenly finding himself studying English at University, Gareth sought to get several things off his chest. This culminated in him writing and starring in a sci-fi radio series for Calon FM and letting off steam as a member in a band (lasting about as long as Peter Frampton’s stint in Humble Pie, but with absolutely none of the success).
Furthering the vain attempt at a linking narrative to this biography, Gareth found himself led up the garden path and joined a local Horticultural charity. Becoming first Press Officer, and now Secretary, he greatly enjoys not only dealing with the day to day running of things but writing the wry quarterly newsletter.
A budding jack of all trades, that boy is now, in the eyes of the law at least, a man and is writing a biography about himself in third person in order to attempt to elicit interest in both himself and his work. Failure is, of course, the likely outcome of such a venture.