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name: Keven Shevels
about: Keven Shevels is one of nature’s idiots. He is a kind, gentle soul who wouldn’t say boo to a goose … which explains why he is attacked so often by geese ... and once by a clay pigeon.Born in 1846 he is now in his forties and last week celebrated his eighteenth birthday and is looking forward to four weeks’ time when he becomes seventy-eight and finally shuffles off this mortal coil and becomes a diseased parrot. Sorry that should have read deceased parrot, this auto-correct can be a real bugger.Keven is a sad, twisted individual with a peculiar sense of humour. However, he does enjoy making people laugh which is why he writes comedy fiction. He has an irreverent sense of humour which is based on an exposure to the Goons, Round the Horne, Mo Keven Shevels is one of nature’s idiots. He is a kind, gentle soul who wouldn’t say boo to a goose … which explains why he is attacked so often by geese ... and once by a clay pigeon.Born in 1846 he is now in his forties and last week celebrated his eighteenth birthday and is looking forward to four weeks’ time when he becomes seventy-eight and finally shuffles off this mortal coil and becomes a diseased parrot. Sorry that should have read deceased parrot, this auto-correct can be a real bugger.Keven is a sad, twisted individual with a peculiar sense of humour. However, he does enjoy making people laugh which is why he writes comedy fiction. He has an irreverent sense of humour which is based on an exposure to the Goons, Round the Horne, Monty Python, the Goodies and others of that ilk while he was still at a young and impressionable age. Just don’t ask to see any of his impressions.Physically he has been compared to a Greek god. However, as the statue of the god in question was missing an arm and two of its four legs and had a long crack down its left cheek where the sculptor’s chisel had slipped it was generally considered a fair assessment.A suspected human being, according to the latest rumours he escaped from captivity several years ago and has been living feral in the wild ever since. Making a nest out of discarded packing cases and pizza boxes he has lived in the woods for many years. A confirmed vegetarian he has survived on chickweed and other plants he has foraged. Keven is a writer ... he once left a note for the milkman so he qualifies. Writing his manuscripts by hand on scraps of discarded paper and cardboard he leaves his ramblings in a nominated safe spot for his editor to collect … usually with the aid of a bin bag and a long metal pole. Quite often these opuses are written on discarded Magnum wrappers carefully penned around the melted ice cream stains.Several years ago a medical professional suggested that Keven have his head examined. However, as she was a chiropodist who was filing his corns at the time nothing was ever done. Over the intervening years many other people have also agreed and reached the same conclusion that he really does need his head to be examined … and quickly. He is currently awaiting an appointment at Kwikfit.Despite these disadvantages he has managed to connect to modern society and using old, rusty tin cans, some baling twine, an old corset he found in a bush and a ‘liberated’ valve from a 1952 Bakelite radio he has somehow managed to connect to the internet and maintains a blog on both the Goodreads website and Facebook. His driving ambition is to make the phrase, ‘Never look a gift yak up the arse’, an accepted piece of the English language. ...more