MARK BURNET GREW UP ON A FARM IN THE EXACT GEOGRAPHICAL MIDDLE OF AUSTRALIA.

HIS FATHER WAS A SHAMAN AND BELIEVED THAT THE ONLY WAY TO
KEEP THE SCHMINKIES AWAY (SCHMINKIES ARE LARGE PIGS) WAS BY
LIVING IN THE EXACT GEOGRAPHICAL MIDDLE OF A COUNTRY SURROUNDED
BY WEAPONRY LIKE GRENADES AND HARD FRUITS.

BUT SOON MARK HAD ENOUGH OF THE GEOGRAPHICAL MIDDLE COUNTRY LIFE AND
WITH HIS SAVINGS FROM HIS JOB IN THE WAXING SALON MARK BOUGHT A MANKY DANKY
(A DONKY) AND TRAVELLED TO THE BIG CITY.

AFTER WORKING FOR FOUR YEARS AS THE COATROOM ATTENDENT IN A BURLESQUE
BAR RAMMED WITH STRIPPERS, MARK SAVED ENOUGH MONEY TO BUY NEW SHOES,
TROUSERS, AND CRUCIALLY ENROLLED IN AN EVENING COURSE ALL ABOUT FRENCH CINEMA.

IT WAS HERE THAT HE DEVELOPED HIS LOVE FOR FRESH CELLULOID AND FILTHY WOMEN.
WHEN HE WASN'T TAKING WOMEN OUT FOR DRINKS AND 'THE REST' HE WOULD EDIT FILMS
IN THAT SCARY HEAD OF HIS.

SOON TWO PLUS TWO EQUALLED FOUR AND HE WAS EMPLOYED IN AN EDIT HOUSE.
HERE HE EDITED, LAUGHED, ATE PASTA, STROKED DOGS, AND WINKED.
YES HE LOVED WINKING. AND HE STILL DOES. IF YOU MEET HIM HE MAY WINK AT YOU.