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Unauthorised Bio(graphy) I am the product of a torrid love affair between a Hungarian Count and well known musical actress from London. My father was assassinated by some Communist agents using an umbrella with a poisoned tip as he was next in line to the throne of St Andrew of Hungary. Therefore as heir apparent, my mysterious and celebrated mother fled to Tasmania, the furthest point away from England she could find. Mother died a remorseful and tragic death leaving me in care of some Catholic nuns who, charitable as they were, were unaware of my glorious noble birth. In time I was adopted by a distinguished Tasmanian academic family whose roots go back to first settlement in Australia in 1788 - officer class of course. Thence I lived a normal Tasmanian life, learning the skills of polo, hunting, skiing and the sport of fencing. After graduating from Launceston Grammar, majoring in Hungarian and becoming fluent in fourteen other languages, I was quickly recruited to into the diplomatic service. While serving with great distinction in Saudi Arabia, I met my wife Kylie R Watson, daughter of the distinguished international author Reg A Watson, believed to be grand nephew of T. E. Lawrence. Father in law was on a secret mission in the employ of MI6. Kylie and I married in a desert ceremony witnessed by ten thousand armed and jubilant Bedouin. Afterwards, adorned in traditional Arab marriage garb, we galloped away on a white stallion to begin our honeymoon. Life was a blissful blur until our paradise was interrupted with the arrival of a desert messenger with a telegram in hand from the Hobart City Council containing four simple words "Francis you are needed". I knew where my duty lay. Denying my self indulgence, Kylie and I caught the next caravan to Casablanca, where we set sail back to Tasmania. From there the rest is mundane history... (Courtesy Reg Watson - historian and author)
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