Who Is Professor Peregrine?

For those unfamiliar with the work of my dear friend the Professor, I offer a few notes of clarification.

Professor Peregrine (or if you prefer his full name, Enceladus Peregrine Eartrumpet Peregrine Lancelot Derek Peregrine *) was born at some point in the past. He was educated at various establishments, one of which is still standing, and is currently Professor of Comparative Unimportance at Little Snoring University.  He is also visiting lecturer at Dozmary Pool Academy where he delivered this year's prestigious Clotworthy Skeffington lecture. (Sadly, due to unforeseen circumstances, the lecture was delivered at 3am in completely the wrong place (a disused button factory in Widnes) and, worse still, the Professor can't quite recall what he said). 

It has been repeatedly asserted that the Professor is, in fact, a fictional character with no connection to anyone, living or otherwise. He has been conducting research into this interesting theory for some time and hopes to publish a paper on the subject in the near future.

The Professor is notoriously averse to the camera and, inexplicably, changes his appearance at frequent intervals. However, the following portrait taken at the Forks and Hope conference some years ago may provide a glimpse behind the curtain of academic obscurity.

The Professor currently lives rather noisily wherever he pleases.


* The Professor's full name has been called into question by a number of academics and other troublemakers. It has been suggested that the repetition of ‘Peregrine’ is either due to an excess of absinthe on his father's part or a reference to an obscure medieval sect of devout but difficult hermits. Personally, I believe it's a sort of joke. 



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