Kal lives and works in Edinburgh.
He’s just this bloke who grew up on a tiny rock in the middle of the sea.
He spent years looking after people’s kids, sword fighting, setting off fireworks and researching prison sentences for High Court Judges.
He’s 31, single, lives with the Digital family, takes photos, writes here and elsewhere and sings in the shower.
His shit stinks just as bad as yours.
Disclaimer: All opinions are Kal’s and Kal’s alone and should not be taken to represent the opinions of any organisation.
All stories here in are composed of a combination of fiction, experience, reportage and dramatisation, in differing measures.
All identities are disguised to such an extent that if you think you recognise someone, something or somewhere?
Furthermore, linking here is absolutely welcomed, but everything on this site is mine and mine alone, all rights reserved, don’t even *think* of lifting it. I will not be pleased and, as folk have found out…I *will* find you.
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