: About Me

I live in London but would to travel to Latin America next year to hopefully teach English.  I am not going to pretend that writing is a passion of mine or soothes my soul , because it is does not.  Imust now add though after completing 20 articles I can see the addiction to this fascinating site which appears to inspire a little creativity within me!  

However, every now and again but only just recently, I decided to put my thoughts down on paper in order they simply do not evaporate or are down loaded into my brain's memory bank and lost forever. 

I have lived quite a varied life leaving school at 16 and worked for a multi-national oil company for 13 years.  It was a well paid job and very boring but if I had remained I would probably be comfortably retired on hefty pension by now.  When I reached 30 I decided to see part of the world and went to visit Uruguay, Argentina and Brazil for a while.

I came back 10 years later in 1998, was unemployed for 4 years because employers must of thought I was inside prison rather than living abroad and I found it difficult to find work.  I eventually found employment in the support sector, helping vulnerable people gain life skills and I have dedicated my time to this work since.

Because of government cuts to public spending, this has had an impact on work availability and also employers and employees scruples, so I am thinking of heading South West again to relive part of the world that I find so enchanting.

My passion is ...

Latin America, Guiness and Marquez but not necessarily in that order.

I know too much about ...

This is a silly question

My parents always told me ...

To be careful when crossing the road and not to talk to strangers

My childhood ambition ...

to be relatively happy

My favorite memory ...

Travelling to Spain for the first time

Why I write ...

To record ideas

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Currently some of the great articles on this site

My first job ...

Paper boy, delivering newspapers

My best moment ...

Still waiting for it

My inspiration ...

Ditto

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I can't afford it

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Always hope of wealth, The TV tells no lies, Got no cash, just plastic card Live on fantasy and sighs Got a job, but life is tough, And can’t pay all the debt, Life is short, live for today, With credit will not fret. See the toy, for my dear boy He has said to me before All his friends have got one He would not want no more. Pick it up, dropped in my bag With tempt to take and run  He really wants this toy car My darling little son Stop to think, so what will pass? In a police car will be sat To face a trial and then despair Can my angel afford that?

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