Todd
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| Biography Not that long ago, in a land far, far away (Canada) a young lover of music met her match in a young musician and they had a beautiful child. The boy was devoid of musical talent and never laid hand on an instrument in all his days. But, soon after they had another son and almost at once he began serenading family, friend and enemy alike with "songs" composed on his Fisher-Price xylophone. Soon the boy would watch with anxious glee as his father played the drums and began to hope that one day he too would would be an awesome thumper of tubbery. His father, seeing the young boy's desire, did what any drummer in his position would do; he enrolled the boy in piano lessons. Soon after that however, the boy finally fulfilled his wish to hit things with all his joy and might. He would play the drums for whoever would listen and though this meant he spent most of his time alone, he came to make his living as a minstrel. After many years plying his wares in the finest ale and bawdy houses of the world he took up with a Pirate Captain. He spent 3 years roving the high seas plundering seaside shanties and taverns, flirting with wide-eyed houris, and sullying Canada's once fine international reputation. One day, while engaged in experiments of science and medicine to determine the precise capacities of the human liver, he met a faire and beautiful maiden. She was more beautiful than any woman that he had ever met in all his travels to the corners of the Earth. He courted her with song, and she ignored him completely. Heartbroken, he returned to his experiments. But just sips later he caught glimpse of a hazy vision across the room. This woman was even more beautiful than the first. He plied her with wine and she stole his heart (and his purse.) They courted for many moons. Then, like the Sirens of yore, she beckoned him to land, and he smashed firmly on the rocks called Luton. After collecting his wits (and failing to collect his belongings nicked by Luton's local Welcoming Society) he hung out his shingle as a Teacher of Bashing and Crashing. To this day he lives with his lovely wife and spends his days helping sons and daughters destroy their parents nervous systems with daily fits of racket. Indeed, if thy neighbour has offended thee, I pray you contact Sire Todd for he will quickly find your child a drum with which to put the universe to rights. |
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