I was born on June 28th, 1977, about the same time they brought out Star
Wars. Other interesting June 28th's have been the assassination of
Archduke Ferdinand of Austria, which precipitated WWI and the signing of
the Versailles treaty which ended WWI and made WWII virtually inevitable -
at least according to my recollection of GCSE History.
The first few years of my life were spent much closer to the ground than
they are now. I was, however, a ridiculously fast crawler and didn't
bother to walk until rather late in life as I could get around far more
easily than if I walked. From this low vantage point, I spent a year in
Reading (lovely city?!) and then moved off to spend a couple of years in
America. The most annoying thing about those two years is that I don't
remember either of them! All these wonderful experiences that I've gone
and forgotten - like DisneyWorld (tm).
Life went on quite normally for me until the tragic day when my
parents went and gave me twin sisters in 1982. How could they do that to
a young, growing, boy? I managed to turn it to my advantage, though, by pointing
out to anyone who ooh'd and aah'd over them, that I was their older brother
and that I had to look after them all the time.
This led to an understanding relationship between the three of us,
and unlike any other brothers and sisters that I've come across, we've
always got on really well with one another. That really is something to
be grateful for when there are two of them against one of you...
School was school and I ploughed my way through it without much interest
(as most people do) and got my A-Levels. These got me a place reading
physics at a wonderful place called University College, Oxford. I've just finished my four year course there.
"Surely," I hear you cry, "there have been people who've read degrees at University
College who I might actually be interested in hearing about." You'd be right if
you cried out as there have been many famous people who've studied there.
Bill Clinton spent a year there, didn't inhale and hated every mintue of it.
Stephen Hawking read physics there before buggering off to Cambridge (TAB!)
His grandfather and daughter also read degrees there.
Percy Shelley got chucked out of there once - now that's a claim to fame I could
handle: "I've been thrown out of University College, Oxford!"
Who knows what other names I may have forgotten? I don't really care, myself.
Now the degree and the life of studentdom are finished and I need to start working. I'm just starting a long term training course to become a patent attorney with Boult-Wade-Tenant. Hopefully I'll be able to pay off my debts while enjoying my time in Reading.
What else could possibly be said about me and my life? What could one add after
that? Something interesting could be of use, but I'll have to think a while to
come up with a lie good enough to make me sound fascinating.
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