5 things about me
I almost got away with it; this morning I figured that if I hadn't got tagged by this meme by now I missed it - but it wasn't to be. ScottW got me.
I don't think it's a rule that the five things have to be embarrassing things, but it strangely seemed easier to play it that way..
I once rode 10 miles from my village to the nearest town on my bicycle ("the death cycle" painted down the side, chopper handlebars and seat - the ultimate bike) with the front wheel not bolted on. It was only when I made my dramatic entrance at the school playing field shouting and waving at my friends that a bump in the field let the wheel fall out of the forks and put me over the handlebars.
A friend and I used to wear a DA
or v-roll, drape coat, drainpipes
around town. It was 1978 and we were 14 - and Grease
had just resurrected Rock and Roll. Even more embarassing, this phase lasted all through community college and only stopped when I went to East London university. On my first day I wore white winkle picker shoes, black drainpipes and white cardigan and suddenly realized that I would never get laid looking like this.
I don't have any computer-related qualifications, or a degree. I studied an OND
in Land Surveying at Community College
for 2 years, then an HND
in Land, Sea, Engineering Surveying and Mapping at (then) North East London Polytechnic
. Although I spent the whole time working on the Prime mini in Fortran 77 my friends all got a higher computer coursemark than me. They knew nothing
about computer programming but I did my coursework first, then theirs and each time I improved the programs. *sigh*
I sold my first computer program to an oil company in Esbjerg
, Denmark one month after leaving college for $1500. It found the most likely position for the oil pipeline on the dots output by a high resolution Ulvertech scanning sonar
. I still love that program.
I have a balanced driving record. The first time I wrote off a car was a few weeks after passing my test - and was deemed 50/50 (both at fault). The second write-off was totally my fault when I failed to make a corner in the rain and ended up putting my boss through the windshield. Luckily, the third car I wrote off was entirely their fault when they overtook on the brow of a hill and I hit them head on. He was jailed, no doubt in no small part to the fact the the baby being held in the backseat of their car went through their windshield and bounced (uninjured) down the road for quite a way. Apparently I was concussed (due to my roof now being level with the top of the seat below the headrest) and kept asking every few seconds for my watch. I'm sure that got quite annoying after a while. 15 years later I still get neckaches from that crash.
I could keep going, but luckily for you it only asks for 5, not 50 things. I was beginning to feel that I ought to write my memoirs. :)
So, passing it on to: Dave Burke, Rick Segal, Robert Bruce, Scott Cate and Terri Morton who will surely get off her ass and start blogging if I keep bloody going on about it!