Wilf Merttens has made it his business to collect the little ribbons and cut offs of stories that gather in old men's sock drawers and obscure chat rooms. He mixes them up with his dirty finger in an old jar until they make a dark and childish syrup. It's damned hot down the myth mine and the other miners grope in the dark to steal his pasty and it's dusty and when he is born again rolling and coughing from the earths mouth a formidable old tale has built up in his throat and must be worked up and out before it gnarls his insides.
He tells poems, he brings legends, he jumps about.
He is young storyteller of the year 2009 and Bristol story slam champion 2009.