A British soldier's son with a hotchpotch education; I'd attended 11 schools (both civilian and army by the time I hit 15. What I lost in academia however was compensated for with the wordly travel inherent in my father's career. Growing up in places like Hong Kong, Northern Ireland and Germany were all part of one big childhood adventure and I've carried the momentum of this through into adulthood. Always seeking to stimulate my synapses one way or another.
What else.. ermm...I've just hit 40 and all's 'hunkydory', I'm a married father of three, make a crust from being creative with software and wile what little 'me time' I have by attempting to be creative with a computer keyboard.
Happy Reading. :-)
Avalanche A slither hither A slither thither Little respect did I choose to give her Such slopes did my salopettes befit Spirit lifted by my off-piste flit The way gravity pulled on down on me An intestinal wake I raked by ski A rumble there A tumble here Entombed in her vengeful lair The Mountain, she served her writ Spirit drifted from my frozen wit The way gravity pulled down on me A tomb no one shall ever see
More..Curt Stone
Stretford, Greater Manchester GB
Member since: October 2007
Articles Written: 5