"The only other option, if I want a funeral where all my friends are guaranteed to come, is of course to die young. And this is probably best avoided."

Paddy Kelly was born in Ireland and narrowly avoided being a farmer. A romantic accident caused him to move to Sweden where he remains to this day, now a huge fan of standing in line, fermented fish and snow. While his academic background is in physics, engineering and pedagogy, these days he programs time-wasting mobile and internet games.

When writing, Paddy tackles contemporary fiction, science fiction, poetry, songs, articles and essays. His eBook Erotic Refugees, vaguely based on his own experiences as an expat and single father, is available on Amazon, where it boasts more good reviews than he has family members.

When not scribbling at his desk, his tongue sticking ever so slightly out, Paddy dances Lindy Hop and Charleston, goes for long walks where he invariably gets lost, and finds new and exciting ways to cook porridge. Interesting fact: Paddy has, on several occasions, had his arm all the way inside a cow.

Find Paddy's latest scribblings on twitter as @spongepaddy and read his blog here.

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