I'm 58 years old, single (although I'm working on changing this), cultured and sometimes scholarly. I have a wide range of interests, and I can write coherently about some of them.
I live in a small town, in a smallish house on a large section, ride a BMW motorcycle, am licensed to drive steam locomotives, and do not own a car. I have five cats. I have my own teeth, and my own hair.
My passion is ...
Putting my views across ('opinionated' and 'pedantic' are two of the most common tributes I receive.).
I know too much about ...
Windmills, locomotives and heartache.
My parents always told me ...
Could be anything - I don't remember listening.
My childhood ambition ...
To drive trains (until they went diesel)
My favorite memory ...
Finding what design students really thought of me
Why I write ...
I enjoy writing, and there's always the possibility that someone might like what I write enough to pay me.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
Reading: the Bible. Other books - I'm a promiscuous reader. Listening to: classical, ecclesiastical, jazz,
My first job ...
Trainee technician in a nylon plant (if you leave out various student Summer jobs like stacking hay and dismantling sheep).
My best moment ...
Accelerating out of Turn 1 at Manfeild in first place before 20 other bikes surged past me.
My inspiration ...
LJK Setright
It is likely that some of the people reading this article will be the sons and daughters of clergypeople. PKs, we used to call them: Preacher's Kids. They were easy to identify in a social group, as others tried to snap them holding a cigarette (in my youth, illegal drugs were uncommon) or a glass of wine or a can of beer. PKs' conduct tended to be either exemplary or reprehensible, depending on how they coped with the relentless pressure applied by too many of their contemporaries, pressure similar to and as immoral as that applied by paparazzi and pseudojournalists to cele...
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