Who am I?

I really don't know who I am, but my birth certificate (I am told) is imprinted with the name Tristan Giblin. I forget, but I think it was my mother, father or both who chose this particular name. Some say all Tristan's are gifted like no other, we see differently to other people and want more from life. Some even say that dogs wimper in fear when they hear the name, scutter away until the scent is dispersed into the sooty air of the London underground.

Personally I think this is all rubbish. We are all dreamers who dream the wrong dreams that normally would point us to the good aftershaves. Poor dogs, what a brut.