The Marc Edwards storyHe was born to a Welsh father and a Chinese mother in Paris, Europe"s gastronomic heaven. Before long, his father refuted that claim, having come to the epiphany that English food was decidedly better than its French equivalent….so at the tender age of 7,He was sent off to the greasy land of Fish and Chips. There he learned all the life skills that the UK had to offer: to enjoy bland food, to keep down multiple drinks, to stay in good spirits despite the gloomy weather, and most excitingly, how to queue! After 15 years of schooling (having spent a year in Italy and Mexico studying both of these romance languages) and armed with a BA in Business, Italian and French, He decided that he had finally reached an appropriate age to be able to understand what his mum had been saying to punish him when he was a kid. This also meant adding another language to his CV: Mandarin. After a full year of eating Roast Duck and watching people spit with cunning aim, he returned to comparatively sunny London to take on the corporate world (and please my parents). Two soul-destroying years of work later, he realised that he actually missed the never-ending traffic, the smog and the cheap clothes of China. And so here he is!!!
