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Nic Aubury grew up in the Midlands, where he spent most of his time trying to get girls to laugh at his jokes. Then he went to university where he met a girl whose jokes made him laugh. Now they have three sons, some friends they keep meaning to call, and a bag of salad rotting slowly in their fridge. Nic has worked in advertising and teaching. He started writing poems by mistake.