Chris Wright was born in the wagon of a travelling show and raised on Brummies’ tales of welsh gypsies, lead zeppelins, dangling cables that shredded the factories of the first world war and great grandfathers lost coming home to find their wives remarried and doing very nicely thank you! He stopped wanting to be a shepherd when an escaped flock stopped the Tesco man from delivering his olives. Never mind Mr two-brains, Chris has seven brains: jester, logical, musical, word-brain, bread-head, portable idiot, says his wife and a membrane to contain the conflict. Likes include Love, the Sea, Fishes, Wishes, Jokes, mellow folks, olives, originals, Aboriginals, fun and Brum.
"I read Karl Marx and I taught my self to Dance ..."