Phill Richardson is a mad storyteller, bearded idiot and lightning rod for accidents. He lives in Cambridge, UK, more out of inertia than choice.
Phill enjoys writing stories about misfits and people who don’t quite fit in. He can often be found hiking or running alone in the mountains (Cambridge is famous for its mountains). He would like to make a difference but hasn’t worked out how to yet. He procrastinates by chain-drinking tea.
He would like just enough people to buy his stories that he doesn’t need to get a real job.