About The Author: Uncle David Jester

It all started in the summer of 1984. A man and his wife went swimming. He looked at her, she gazed right back at him. Was it love? Was it lust? Was it indigestion? Those questions are irrelevant because that was the magical summer when the seed of the crusty ol' jester beast was planted. From then on, things seemed to favour the strange. Jester was discovered by royalty on horseback. They took his birth name seriously. A little more serious than it was intended. Then in a half gallop of the horses' trotter, Jester was gone. Vanished. Never to been seen again... or for a least a while. Those nasty, cretinous royals kept the confused young Jester locked away in a hepatitis laced dungeon, never to see the light. Never to see flesh besides his own!! Jester was educated though. He had ploughed though 2 years of formal education. So he manipulated a pen and notepad into his life. He wrote. He wrote about things he knew nothing about. Playing in fields, shaking hands with amputees, driving a pogo stick across state lines and food. Oh how he longed for different flavours, textures, smells, pops, crackles, explosions, melt downs and food fights. The only food they served him was left over milk that was on the edge and pig shit. it tasted bad. Worse than it sounds One day he escaped. It is all explained with style at www.courtjestercafe.com.au. Jester has kept his passion for food and writing till this very day and he brings it to you on the greatest website the world has to offer, WMSG. Besides the occasional peasant flashback, Jester is doing just fine... He hopes you enjoy his writing among other things of beauty on this site. Happy reading!