Alexei Sayle was born in Liverpool on the day egg rationing came to an end. His family ate salad. They read theSoviet Weekly. They travelled on transcontinental trains, and in the back of futuristic limousines. They saw Communism in action and#xA0;ate strange smelling sausages. His mother was very keen on boiled eggs and the Moscow State Circus. Teachers were scared of her. His father was a union leader who made friends wherever he went.

He thought he was fluent in Esperanto. Alexei became a member of the CzechoslovakianYoung Pioneers. Sometimes he was bored and other times confused. He thought he might be a great athlete, or maybe a famous artist. He spent a lot of time inventing complex explanations for the bizarre behaviour of grown-ups. Slowly it dawned on him that telling stories was a good way of making sense of his perplexing world.