A son of Perthshire, Pete was educated in a cave by colourblind hermits, then studied Modern Celtic Fertility Rites at university in Luxembourg - he was supposed to be studying Law, but that’s another story. On graduating he became a management trainee with a firm who manufactured underwear, but starting at the bottom did not appeal so Pete left to persue a career in the theatre.

His first theatrical engagement was playing a chive at the Malvern Salad Festival, which lead to a number of other vegetable based parts. However, worried about type casting, Pete joined a touring production of “No Sex Please, We’re Eunuchs” for 6 months in the Middle East. Dissatisfied with his part, he travelled to India, disguised as a chartered accountant, arriving eventually in the Far East where his musical ear was put to good use tuning chop sticks.

Pete then moved on to work in a Health Spa resort among the mangrove swamps of south east New Guinea, only to discover it wasn’t that healthy and so travelled to Australia where he got his lucky break as assistant speechwriter to the Deputy Senior Assistant Controller of Public Affairs in South Queensland. After a couple of public affairs of his own he quickly flew to Santiago Chile, as courier for an Australian ex-pat organisation, delivering supplies of contraband haemorrhoid cream.

An overland trip to Brazil and the chance encounter with a used mole trap salesman in Rio, resulted in an eighteen month contract to sell portable tent toilets in Patagonia, where Pete took time out to win the South Patagonia Golf Championship. A return to the UK via Baffin Island (don’t ask) helped him win a contract to draw icebergs for an advertising campaign, which in turn led him into cartoons.

His big break came just over five years ago, but after a spell in hospital it healed nicely. Taking up painting, his early figurative works - such as “Last Man to Order Soup” and “Where Did The Seven Fifteen From Aberdeen Disapper to?” - were somewhat controversial, but he soon settled into a more relaxed style, as seen in “The Meaning of Pythagorean Extremism in Surreally Expostulated Hyperbole. On the Hypotenuse!!” A witty little picture bought by a ball-bearing factory in Redditch.

With this success. Pete’s career really took off and he is now collected in many ball-bearing factories around the country, if not the world and elsewhere.