Geoff Havel was born in the mountains of New Guinea. As a baby, he liked to sit in a sandpit on the edge of the jungle, stuffing whole bananas down his throat. His manners have improved since then, that is, unless he spots a good idea for a story as it goes past. Right in the middle of whatever he’s doing he gets a faraway look in his eyes, rips out his trusty notebook and slams the idea between the pages.