Amfortas is a knackered ol shyte residing just about as far south as you can get before running into Antarctica.
A stellar RAF career saw him elevated to the astonishingly high rank of Air Vice Marshal for all of ten minutes very early on and from which the drop back down was swift and far. Despite the setback he eventually retired as a modestly successful Officer in the early 80’s.
Another modestly successful career as a psychologist followed for the next 25 years, only to see a further career change to Hermit. “It is a job”, he says, “ and someone has to do it”.
Fame and another very short mention in the Guinness Book of Records came from taking snaps of people leaping from great heights from an aircraft ill-equipped for such a venture. From above. He preferred to jump from quite a bit lower. He also was awarded the first place and a medal for Clout Shooting (knackered old shyte’s division) just a decade ago. This was as gratifying as flying faster than sound, which he has done twice, without any award at all.
En route through life he was knighted and came into possession of both the Holy Grail and a Kingship of a modest but nicely put together Land. A wound laid him low for a long time from which he and the Land have recovered, thank you for eventually asking, young Percy. He still keeps in touch with the Holy Grail’s original owner.