Nah, it's some story that Alfwine always starts and then never finishes. I personally think she made it up. I knew a bloody guy once, but he didn't live in England, it was someplace outside of Kansas City and then it really wasn't blood, it was strawberry jam. He had this condition where he would run outside and say he was a German pancake and smear Strawberry jam all over him among other things. The last time I saw him, he jumped up from the table where we were sharing a drink said he was a nut and that he was afraid the squirrels were watching him. I told him he was full of it, but then, all the squirrels from the town park started peering in the windows looking all hungry like......