Sooner or later, in this blogging world, you find yourself having to do the hardest bit of writing that there is. You have to write about yourself. So strap yourself in because that’s what I’m about to try and do.
Consider me like the 2nd hand Ford you had when you were twenty. Not the 4th hand Mini that you had when you were 18 and had all that fun in, cramming 5 friends inside and heading off to the coast. You painted flames on the side to cover the rust, parked up in the woods with your latest girlfriend and learned to remove her bra with one hand.
I’m the Fiesta that got you where you wanted 8/10 times, and who stuck by you through thick and thin, even though you had started having ‘proper’ relationships that meant you weren’t getting to hang out with your mates because you were ‘a couple’. The fun trips to the coast had gone, but so too had the fun trips to the woods. That’s me, never the centre of attention when it comes to having fun, but loyal and occasionally dependable. I joined the Royal Navy when I was 16 and spent 11 years trying to be someone that I am not, sometimes I laughed so hard that I cried, sometimes I just cried. The Navy can be like that.
Now I’m a married civilian and have two boys. My family are my world, and I am very lucky, mainly because they are all such head cases that I always have something to write about. If there is one thing about which I’m certain?
I love to write.
