Age I was born in 1961 in West London, England.
Education I like to joke that my education was interrupted by a long spell in school, but to be fair to some very good teachers I will admit that it's not entirely true. My most terrifying moments were at school, I still have nightmares about it. My mother taught me to read, my father inspired me to read, my grandfather taught me to use tools. School taught me who to avoid in this world. Later thought about getting a degree, started an archaeology course, with the intention of using it as an access course... Started working nights had to give up the course. Not a day goes by when I don't learn something. I'm fascinated by so many things I'm easily distracted by the smallest fact and will rush off at a tangent to research the oddest things. I hold a readers card for the British Library and The Public Records Office.
Previous Jobs Garage pre delivery inspection of new and old cars, Record shop assistant, assistant manager and manager, barman, Telecommunications Technician (best job in the world).
Influences Reading, I am rarely without a book to hand, there are usually 2 or 3 on my bed, one in my coat pocket, 2 in my bag, and hundreds in my flat. Horror films set in the 19th Century, in the 1970s BBC2 would show 2 horror films on a Saturday night usually a Universal 1930s one followed by a 1960s Hammer. Punk (ultimately ruined by a load of Johnny come lately yobs) and the independent music scene of the late 1970s early 80s. I am a huge fan of early Cabaret Voltaire. It wasn't just the music I loved it was the "do it yourself" attitude of the bands and artists that had a big influence on me.
Defining Moments Losing my parents, my mother died of cancer 23rd June 2004, my father died of cerebral vascular disease 5th July 2005.
Current situation Some people think I don't work. This is mostly because I do what I what, when I want and fit being self employed around that. I work, I do my accounts, I pay my tax. I live in St Margarets which is a "leafy London suburb". I share my flat with a black cat called Moses.
I am some what obsessed with the late 19th Century and despite living in a 1930s flat have done my best to give it the feel of a gentleman's apartment of the 1890s, see here. I have the strong suspicion that somewhere there is a man living in a 1890 flat who is obsessed with the 1930s. Unfortunately now I've moved on to remodeling bedroom the rest of the flat has become a storage area for what was in the bedroom. Due to space considerations an area of the bedroom is going to be a studio area for my artwork.