Robert L Sanders

. . . pretends, by day, to be a computer geek for an obscure Borough Council that, in the very near future, will probably be moved in its entirety to India or the Far East in order to save money. He lives in Surrey - in the Leatherhead poets' enclave. His wife, his neighbours and, in all likelihood, his dog have had more poems published than he has. However, he is not despondent but takes solace from the fact he is taller than all the other poets in his street.