[Lets Talk] Birth To present day. Your Highs and Lows...
29-09-2008, 12:18 AM
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I've found that life I needed.. It's HERE!!
right here we go i will keep it brief or i will be typing all night i was born may 20 1975 and growing up was good from what i can remember,i got my black belt in ju jitsu when i was 9 years old which was good.then school came and went as i wasnt realy interested about going so just wagged all the time with my mates,did the usual messing about drinking,taking trips {remember them?} and stuff at 16.at 17 bought my first motorbike and couldnt wait to leave work so i could blast around,met some good friends through dossing around in the town car park.unfortunatly in 93 lost 3 friends 1 in car accident,1 bike accident and 1 hung himself because the drugs had made him freak out.in 95 i had an accident on the bike {fella in a car twatted me} was taken to hospital to be operated on and died twice,had numerous injuries the worst being a compound fracture to my left arm,still have the 2 6 inch plates and 16 screws holding it together.got on with life and in 96 i started racing motorbikes and loved it,was expensive but i did ok ,i stopped racing in 98 but won a few races and novice championship and novice of the year award.99 came and got my compansation of 11 grand so bought my nsr 250 sp {which i still have} and just enjoyed life with my mates going out and girls etc.into the 2000s and still enjoying life until steaming around the streets caught up with me and my mate when he stacked his mr2 turbo into a wall and i hit the screen and my arm hit the piller,breaking it again under the plates.couldnt realy do anything to fix arm so thet just put a pot on and let it sort its self out,found myself in the pub more often after that and when mates were released from prison the old gang was back.we started the drugs again with a few pills and coke here and there and was with a nice girl at time and she saw me getting worse and i told her not to worry but didnt work she left.got the compo for the crash,another 4 grand so that was it lots of drugs,usual day was pills, coke,crack as well as drinking,then the violence because by this time were well known in our pub ,anyone who knew ritters in chesterfield will know about that pub.lots of fights with rival dealers and peaple trying it on[got the scars from bottles and a stanley knife},it got so the cops raided the pub twice a day rounding everyone up.one day i woke up and told myself thats enough,couple of mates sent down again so we stopped fucking around and being stupid.we stopped going into town as much as we still barred from some pubs to this day,then 3 years ago met ellen and we got on straight away and ended up going out and had to explain what we used to get up to and she was ok bless her.2 years ago her dad died and she freaked out and ran off and left back to her mums in nottingham,i didnt take that to well and hit the coke and ketamin again but luckily mates made me see sense along with my mum,dad and brother.out the blue ellen came back and we sorted things out and last year she got pregnant and we were over the moon,8 weeks ago she gave birth to our son logan whos a big healthy baby,dont know how he got so big as were both short arses.unfortunatly el had post natal depression so had to go back into hospital,social services were informed and logan was put in my mums care,i had no say in it.el came back home and about 6 weeks ago the social came round saying they wanted to put logan into care for 2 months and we could see him for 3 hours a day but not at weekends,told them to fuck off which they did and i rung my soliciter.had a meeting with them and social and its sorted now but they are keeping a close eye on us the cheeky bastards,we got a meeting on friday.then 3 weeks ago 1 of my uncles died of cancer and it hit my dad hard because it was the only brother he got on with.on a lighter note the thing thats gets me through the rubbish is my sense of humour,i never lost that and still the life and soul of a party which i would put down to a fantastic set of friends and family and it helps that were all a bit bonkers ha ha and hopefully thats the end of my soap opera like life.
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29-09-2008, 12:49 AM
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November 1985. - I was born. Joy of all joys! 
Spent alot of my youth moving house and schools due to my dads job at ICI. Found it really hard to make friends as I was clocking on to the fact I'd lose them sooner or later.
Early 1994 - Parents split up, I never really understood what was going on. Mum found it harder to deal with so moved me and my sister away to Blackpool. My big brother stayed with my dad in Lincolnshire.
Few months on in 1994 - Mum got depressed and put into hospital.
November 1994 - in turn after months of not knowing his arse from his elbow my Dad decided there was only one thing he could do to sort out his problems and that was to end them. I think he considered the entire situation of depression, split up of the family as his fault. I guess he wanted the easy way out. I resent him for that but who am I to judge the man who brought me into the world?
I was staying with grandparents at the time and remembered the phone call my Grandad took that night. I was laid in my bunk bed. I overheard his conversation and cried myself to sleep not knowing what to do. Grandma woke us up the next morning and she didn't even need to say a word to me.
December 1994 - Brother moved back to Blackpool, tried in vain to play happy families, nothing fitted right after losing my Dad.
Post 96 - Brother got involved in drink and drugs, from being awesome at rugby, clever and alot going for him he slowly faded away into nothing after assaulting me at every oppurtunity. Lost contact with my brother.
1997 - Started high school, wish I hadn't. Struggled to make friends, hid away for 5 years and finally left in 2002.
2002 - Went to college, decided to quit to help pay some bills for my mum and became Ops Supervisor at Hilton Blackpool aged 17. I was chuffed to bits with myself.
2006 - Got a job for Computer Sciences working in IT Support for BAE Systems.
2007 - Fed up of working for a big company and listening to people who worked for BAE Systems bitch at me all day long I left to work with a friend of mine for a few months. Along with my aspiration to work for myself.
2008 - At 22 and after 8 years of doing what I loved on a small scale I finally took the step and became a self employed web design, web developer, SEO specialist etc.
August 2008 - Took on another role with an outsourcing company as UK POC. Operations in US, India and now UK & Europe being my responsibility.
Currently plodding along in life trying my best to be pro active at every oppurtunity and I'm ever a fan of networking in order to see my business succeed. Still don't know what became of my brother.
My ambition, settle down, get a nice small house, buy an M5, have a couple of kids and just work my ass off to give my kids what I felt I missed out on... Stability.
That is all, I'm going to go listen to Evanesence now!
Spent alot of my youth moving house and schools due to my dads job at ICI. Found it really hard to make friends as I was clocking on to the fact I'd lose them sooner or later.
Early 1994 - Parents split up, I never really understood what was going on. Mum found it harder to deal with so moved me and my sister away to Blackpool. My big brother stayed with my dad in Lincolnshire.
Few months on in 1994 - Mum got depressed and put into hospital.
November 1994 - in turn after months of not knowing his arse from his elbow my Dad decided there was only one thing he could do to sort out his problems and that was to end them. I think he considered the entire situation of depression, split up of the family as his fault. I guess he wanted the easy way out. I resent him for that but who am I to judge the man who brought me into the world?
I was staying with grandparents at the time and remembered the phone call my Grandad took that night. I was laid in my bunk bed. I overheard his conversation and cried myself to sleep not knowing what to do. Grandma woke us up the next morning and she didn't even need to say a word to me.
December 1994 - Brother moved back to Blackpool, tried in vain to play happy families, nothing fitted right after losing my Dad.
Post 96 - Brother got involved in drink and drugs, from being awesome at rugby, clever and alot going for him he slowly faded away into nothing after assaulting me at every oppurtunity. Lost contact with my brother.
1997 - Started high school, wish I hadn't. Struggled to make friends, hid away for 5 years and finally left in 2002.
2002 - Went to college, decided to quit to help pay some bills for my mum and became Ops Supervisor at Hilton Blackpool aged 17. I was chuffed to bits with myself.
2006 - Got a job for Computer Sciences working in IT Support for BAE Systems.
2007 - Fed up of working for a big company and listening to people who worked for BAE Systems bitch at me all day long I left to work with a friend of mine for a few months. Along with my aspiration to work for myself.
2008 - At 22 and after 8 years of doing what I loved on a small scale I finally took the step and became a self employed web design, web developer, SEO specialist etc.
August 2008 - Took on another role with an outsourcing company as UK POC. Operations in US, India and now UK & Europe being my responsibility.
Currently plodding along in life trying my best to be pro active at every oppurtunity and I'm ever a fan of networking in order to see my business succeed. Still don't know what became of my brother.
My ambition, settle down, get a nice small house, buy an M5, have a couple of kids and just work my ass off to give my kids what I felt I missed out on... Stability.
That is all, I'm going to go listen to Evanesence now!
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Here you go, broken up for you:
right here we go i will keep it brief or i will be typing all night i was born may 20 1975 and growing up was good from what i can remember,i got my black belt in ju jitsu when i was 9 years old which was good.then school came and went as i wasnt realy interested about going so just wagged all the time with my mates,did the usual messing about drinking,taking trips {remember them?} and stuff at 16.at 17 bought my first motorbike and couldnt wait to leave work so i could blast around,met some good friends through dossing around in the town car park.unfortunatly in 93 lost 3 friends 1 in car accident,1 bike accident and 1 hung himself because the drugs had made him freak out.
in 95 i had an accident on the bike {fella in a car twatted me} was taken to hospital to be operated on and died twice,had numerous injuries the worst being a compound fracture to my left arm,still have the 2 6 inch plates and 16 screws holding it together.got on with life and in 96 i started racing motorbikes and loved it,was expensive but i did ok ,i stopped racing in 98 but won a few races and novice championship and novice of the year award.99 came and got my compansation of 11 grand so bought my nsr 250 sp {which i still have} and just enjoyed life with my mates going out and girls etc.into the 2000s and still enjoying life until steaming around the streets caught up with me and my mate when he stacked his mr2 turbo into a wall and i hit the screen and my arm hit the piller,breaking it again under the plates.couldnt realy do anything to fix arm so thet just put a pot on and let it sort its self out,found myself in the pub more often after that and when mates were released from prison the old gang was back.
we started the drugs again with a few pills and coke here and there and was with a nice girl at time and she saw me getting worse and i told her not to worry but didnt work she left.got the compo for the crash,another 4 grand so that was it lots of drugs,usual day was pills, coke,crack as well as drinking,then the violence because by this time were well known in our pub ,anyone who knew ritters in chesterfield will know about that pub.lots of fights with rival dealers and peaple trying it on[got the scars from bottles and a stanley knife},it got so the cops raided the pub twice a day rounding everyone up.one day i woke up and told myself thats enough,couple of mates sent down again so we stopped fucking around and being stupid.we stopped going into town as much as we still barred from some pubs to this day,then 3 years ago met ellen and we got on straight away and ended up going out and had to explain what we used to get up to and she was ok bless her.
2 years ago her dad died and she freaked out and ran off and left back to her mums in nottingham,i didnt take that to well and hit the coke and ketamin again but luckily mates made me see sense along with my mum,dad and brother.out the blue ellen came back and we sorted things out and last year she got pregnant and we were over the moon,8 weeks ago she gave birth to our son logan whos a big healthy baby,dont know how he got so big as were both short arses.unfortunatly el had post natal depression so had to go back into hospital,social services were informed and logan was put in my mums care,i had no say in it.el came back home and about 6 weeks ago the social came round saying they wanted to put logan into care for 2 months and we could see him for 3 hours a day but not at weekends,told them to fuck off which they did and i rung my soliciter.had a meeting with them and social and its sorted now but they are keeping a close eye on us the cheeky bastards,we got a meeting on friday.
then 3 weeks ago 1 of my uncles died of cancer and it hit my dad hard because it was the only brother he got on with.on a lighter note the thing thats gets me through the rubbish is my sense of humour,i never lost that and still the life and soul of a party which i would put down to a fantastic set of friends and family and it helps that were all a bit bonkers ha ha and hopefully thats the end of my soap opera like life.
right here we go i will keep it brief or i will be typing all night i was born may 20 1975 and growing up was good from what i can remember,i got my black belt in ju jitsu when i was 9 years old which was good.then school came and went as i wasnt realy interested about going so just wagged all the time with my mates,did the usual messing about drinking,taking trips {remember them?} and stuff at 16.at 17 bought my first motorbike and couldnt wait to leave work so i could blast around,met some good friends through dossing around in the town car park.unfortunatly in 93 lost 3 friends 1 in car accident,1 bike accident and 1 hung himself because the drugs had made him freak out.
in 95 i had an accident on the bike {fella in a car twatted me} was taken to hospital to be operated on and died twice,had numerous injuries the worst being a compound fracture to my left arm,still have the 2 6 inch plates and 16 screws holding it together.got on with life and in 96 i started racing motorbikes and loved it,was expensive but i did ok ,i stopped racing in 98 but won a few races and novice championship and novice of the year award.99 came and got my compansation of 11 grand so bought my nsr 250 sp {which i still have} and just enjoyed life with my mates going out and girls etc.into the 2000s and still enjoying life until steaming around the streets caught up with me and my mate when he stacked his mr2 turbo into a wall and i hit the screen and my arm hit the piller,breaking it again under the plates.couldnt realy do anything to fix arm so thet just put a pot on and let it sort its self out,found myself in the pub more often after that and when mates were released from prison the old gang was back.
we started the drugs again with a few pills and coke here and there and was with a nice girl at time and she saw me getting worse and i told her not to worry but didnt work she left.got the compo for the crash,another 4 grand so that was it lots of drugs,usual day was pills, coke,crack as well as drinking,then the violence because by this time were well known in our pub ,anyone who knew ritters in chesterfield will know about that pub.lots of fights with rival dealers and peaple trying it on[got the scars from bottles and a stanley knife},it got so the cops raided the pub twice a day rounding everyone up.one day i woke up and told myself thats enough,couple of mates sent down again so we stopped fucking around and being stupid.we stopped going into town as much as we still barred from some pubs to this day,then 3 years ago met ellen and we got on straight away and ended up going out and had to explain what we used to get up to and she was ok bless her.
2 years ago her dad died and she freaked out and ran off and left back to her mums in nottingham,i didnt take that to well and hit the coke and ketamin again but luckily mates made me see sense along with my mum,dad and brother.out the blue ellen came back and we sorted things out and last year she got pregnant and we were over the moon,8 weeks ago she gave birth to our son logan whos a big healthy baby,dont know how he got so big as were both short arses.unfortunatly el had post natal depression so had to go back into hospital,social services were informed and logan was put in my mums care,i had no say in it.el came back home and about 6 weeks ago the social came round saying they wanted to put logan into care for 2 months and we could see him for 3 hours a day but not at weekends,told them to fuck off which they did and i rung my soliciter.had a meeting with them and social and its sorted now but they are keeping a close eye on us the cheeky bastards,we got a meeting on friday.
then 3 weeks ago 1 of my uncles died of cancer and it hit my dad hard because it was the only brother he got on with.on a lighter note the thing thats gets me through the rubbish is my sense of humour,i never lost that and still the life and soul of a party which i would put down to a fantastic set of friends and family and it helps that were all a bit bonkers ha ha and hopefully thats the end of my soap opera like life.
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29-09-2008, 12:55 AM
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2 years ago her dad died and she freaked out and ran off and left back to her mums in nottingham,i didnt take that to well and hit the coke and ketamin again but luckily mates made me see sense along with my mum,dad and brother.out the blue ellen came back and we sorted things out and last year she got pregnant and we were over the moon,8 weeks ago she gave birth to our son logan whos a big healthy baby,dont know how he got so big as were both short arses.unfortunatly el had post natal depression so had to go back into hospital,social services were informed and logan was put in my mums care,i had no say in it.el came back home and about 6 weeks ago the social came round saying they wanted to put logan into care for 2 months and we could see him for 3 hours a day but not at weekends,told them to fuck off which they did and i rung my soliciter.had a meeting with them and social and its sorted now but they are keeping a close eye on us the cheeky bastards,we got a meeting on friday.
Women, their not that bad all the time...
Benni.
29-09-2008, 01:12 AM
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Well this is a quite tear jerking thread to be honest..!
Here is my life..Going to do it in phases rather than years!
Born 7th December 1982 (number one that week was Beat Surrender by The Jam)
I think my real first memory revolves around the Michael Ryan shooting at Hungerford common, my playgroup was meant to be going that day but the trip and playgroup was cancelled due to a few kids having Chicken Pox!
Primary school was a good time but i was always in trouble for disrupting other kids
Lost my gran(Dads Mother) at the age of 5 in 1987
Played the lead role in my end of year play as Jeremiah S Jackson an evil oil tycoon wanting to buy the fictional school in the play to knock it down to get oil!
Had to sing a solo, was so shitting my pants ever night for a week, my parents didn't come to watch it at all...
Secondary school I excel in my work yet still manage to cause a disruption to the whole class and get in trouble most lessons, i get bullied for being fat and ginger by the 6th formers below my tutor room in the first two years.
I win 4 out of 6 races in the inter tutor swimming gala for my year, despite being 13 years old and almost 15 stone. I also win shotput,discus and javelin at sports day and come 3rd in the 100m, who said fat people can't run!
I get told i can no longer play county rugby due to having to wear my glasses and not being able to obtain contact lenses to suit my eyesight...
I take up basketball instead but got some serious bullying from the P.E teacher due to my weight..so i give up..
Get awarded most improved in I.T, Art, History and Humanities, didn't win but it was good to be nominated, especially in Art as i was hurrendous at it!
My gran dies the day my GCSE's start,i muddle through getting a few a's some b's and two c's...Headmaster tells me i am not welcome in the 6th form due to my disruptive influence...
I join Southern Electric at 16 as the first ever Data Comms Apprentice, i'm then forced to do an electrical course first as i'm not old enough to work the Data Comms hours!
At 17 and a half i suffer a blood clot in my leg which fucked me right up, 2 blood tests a week for a year and having to quit my job, collapsed veins in my arms and taking tablets that made my blood so thin i once cut myself shaving and it didn't clot for 4 days..
I suffer three or four more unexplained clots in the same leg over the next year, I turn 18, i'm now working for the AA in their call center phoning irate customers to explain the delay in recovery!
I suffer another clot in my leg and the AA terminate my contract due to ill health and recurrent days off for hospital visits...
I balloon to almost 22 Stone
I'm 19 now, i find pub work and excel with the publican trade, I work in my local for a few years, change of management occurs and i have a falling out with the fat bitch that took it over..
Air conditioning is now my calling and i work in london everyday,5am starts and 7pm walk in the door meant i was earning shit loads of money but spending it on complete fucking shit, i should have learned to drive!
I get bored of Air Conditioning and go and work for a friend as a sparks mate, Ł120 a day cash in hand, fucking bonus i'm richer than ever, spend it on shit again and just get wrecked...
Supposed friend steals my wages one week and i knock him and the boss out,lose job....whoops...
In the next 18 months i manage to loose a total of 7st 9lb's it's like i'm a new person!
Back to pub work for a while, leave the job to go work for another friends firm doing data work, finally what i've wanted to do all my life, spends month upon month upon month running in cable, terminating, testing and cable tieing, i love it!
Work drops off, i'm let go but cest la vie i return to pub work.
Meet a girl together three years engaged after 2, totally in love but her jelousy becomes a huge problem and i tell her i want to end it, big mistake..
2007 was shit, my parents split up after 30 years of marriage, two weeks after my sisters wedding no less, she moves up to cumbria with some other bloke and i haven't heard from her again to this day.
Dad finds it really hard at first but gradually gets back on track and a year on we have a new housemate in the guise of my friend and work buddy Karla (21) gorgeous and an amazing rack to boot as well!
Been working in another pub for 2 and a half years now it's ok i guess but as i get told most days i'm wasted there and why when i have such a capable brain am i stuck in a shit job like bar manager...
I have no self motivation...
Ginge
Here is my life..Going to do it in phases rather than years!
Born 7th December 1982 (number one that week was Beat Surrender by The Jam)
I think my real first memory revolves around the Michael Ryan shooting at Hungerford common, my playgroup was meant to be going that day but the trip and playgroup was cancelled due to a few kids having Chicken Pox!
Primary school was a good time but i was always in trouble for disrupting other kids
Lost my gran(Dads Mother) at the age of 5 in 1987
Played the lead role in my end of year play as Jeremiah S Jackson an evil oil tycoon wanting to buy the fictional school in the play to knock it down to get oil!
Had to sing a solo, was so shitting my pants ever night for a week, my parents didn't come to watch it at all...
Secondary school I excel in my work yet still manage to cause a disruption to the whole class and get in trouble most lessons, i get bullied for being fat and ginger by the 6th formers below my tutor room in the first two years.
I win 4 out of 6 races in the inter tutor swimming gala for my year, despite being 13 years old and almost 15 stone. I also win shotput,discus and javelin at sports day and come 3rd in the 100m, who said fat people can't run!
I get told i can no longer play county rugby due to having to wear my glasses and not being able to obtain contact lenses to suit my eyesight...
I take up basketball instead but got some serious bullying from the P.E teacher due to my weight..so i give up..
Get awarded most improved in I.T, Art, History and Humanities, didn't win but it was good to be nominated, especially in Art as i was hurrendous at it!
My gran dies the day my GCSE's start,i muddle through getting a few a's some b's and two c's...Headmaster tells me i am not welcome in the 6th form due to my disruptive influence...
I join Southern Electric at 16 as the first ever Data Comms Apprentice, i'm then forced to do an electrical course first as i'm not old enough to work the Data Comms hours!
At 17 and a half i suffer a blood clot in my leg which fucked me right up, 2 blood tests a week for a year and having to quit my job, collapsed veins in my arms and taking tablets that made my blood so thin i once cut myself shaving and it didn't clot for 4 days..
I suffer three or four more unexplained clots in the same leg over the next year, I turn 18, i'm now working for the AA in their call center phoning irate customers to explain the delay in recovery!
I suffer another clot in my leg and the AA terminate my contract due to ill health and recurrent days off for hospital visits...
I balloon to almost 22 Stone
I'm 19 now, i find pub work and excel with the publican trade, I work in my local for a few years, change of management occurs and i have a falling out with the fat bitch that took it over..
Air conditioning is now my calling and i work in london everyday,5am starts and 7pm walk in the door meant i was earning shit loads of money but spending it on complete fucking shit, i should have learned to drive!
I get bored of Air Conditioning and go and work for a friend as a sparks mate, Ł120 a day cash in hand, fucking bonus i'm richer than ever, spend it on shit again and just get wrecked...
Supposed friend steals my wages one week and i knock him and the boss out,lose job....whoops...
In the next 18 months i manage to loose a total of 7st 9lb's it's like i'm a new person!
Back to pub work for a while, leave the job to go work for another friends firm doing data work, finally what i've wanted to do all my life, spends month upon month upon month running in cable, terminating, testing and cable tieing, i love it!
Work drops off, i'm let go but cest la vie i return to pub work.
Meet a girl together three years engaged after 2, totally in love but her jelousy becomes a huge problem and i tell her i want to end it, big mistake..
2007 was shit, my parents split up after 30 years of marriage, two weeks after my sisters wedding no less, she moves up to cumbria with some other bloke and i haven't heard from her again to this day.
Dad finds it really hard at first but gradually gets back on track and a year on we have a new housemate in the guise of my friend and work buddy Karla (21) gorgeous and an amazing rack to boot as well!
Been working in another pub for 2 and a half years now it's ok i guess but as i get told most days i'm wasted there and why when i have such a capable brain am i stuck in a shit job like bar manager...
I have no self motivation...
Ginge
29-09-2008, 01:13 AM
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some interesting reads!! and some stuff i've read really hit home and made me think how fortuanate i am to have had quite a simple and easy life so far.
nothing exciting from me.
born 25th feb 1987
think my dad made me drink petrol as a baby, been into cars since i knew what one was. always used to pretend i was sick when i was younger to stay off school and go out into the garage with my dad and watch him work. been a massive influence in my life!!
kept my head down through secondary school, never really enjoyed it but left with 1A 2 B's 4 C's and 3 D's so was happy enough with that.
started a light vehicle technician apprentashin when i was 16 in a well established independant garage in liverpool, had a good gang of workmates around me, was made up i was working on cars rolling round in oil all day, had my first motorbike at 16 which was ll payed for by myself so wa happy as larry!!!
finished my apprentaship, started a job as a motorbike technician. and now back on cars in a rather big service centre, job is safe as houses, on decent money and do quite like it still.
been fucked around beetween finishing my apprentaship and today both through work and relationship wise. a big thing made me change how i see people and how to judge people. i watched a supposed "friend" royally fuck my dad over for a very decent sum of money my dad had lent him to get the business of the ground properley, and to help myself as i was going to work there at the time. the guy fucked off with my dads money, folded the business and left my dad thousands worse off and me without a job. made me feel quite low watching my dad moping about, knowing that he hasnt got a bad bone in his body and has got fucked over because of a good nature and helping a supposed mate and decent bloke out. made me think alot and did actually bring me and my dad even closer.
the only low's we're watching my brother when he was in his teens getting into trouble with the police all the time, leaving high school early with no qualifications, and physically fighting with my mum and dad, basically just disrespecting them any way possible. that made me into a decent person in a way, i watched my mum and dad go to hell and back with him, as upsetting as it was for us all they still done anything for him and was always there for him, made me realise how lucky i am to have parents like that. and it actually turned my brother into a decent bloke in time with an extremely well payed job and is acutally respected now by many people. has really made something out of himself.
the only other low in my life was my my dads uncle dying, watching a skillful totally capable man with his own business and a mindfull of knowledge suffer from dementure and not be able to fend for himself and need constant care. not a nice thing to watch happen.
the past year or so of my life though has been up and down, mostly with women. been fucked over twice, the first time really hurt me. never been emotional over a girl before usually just though if it dosent work fuck it, easy enough to pull someone else one night in town. but split up with a girlfriend and it did hurt, emotions all over the place and wasnt good. the next i ot fucked over again, but was alot wiser then and did literally take it with a pinch of salt.
at the minute though life is the best its been, well payed job, got alot of close friends round me who will be with me for life, would trust them with anything. car wise i've owned everything i've wanted to so far and all is going to plan.
got an amazing girlfriend at the mo, met her a few months ago and jsut clicked straight away, made the past month of so of my life one of the happiest i've had. hopefully things will stay that way.
and thats it lol not much compared to others but its 2 in the morning and i had a spare 15 minutes so thought i'd be jackanory and tell my story lol
nothing exciting from me.
born 25th feb 1987
think my dad made me drink petrol as a baby, been into cars since i knew what one was. always used to pretend i was sick when i was younger to stay off school and go out into the garage with my dad and watch him work. been a massive influence in my life!!
kept my head down through secondary school, never really enjoyed it but left with 1A 2 B's 4 C's and 3 D's so was happy enough with that.
started a light vehicle technician apprentashin when i was 16 in a well established independant garage in liverpool, had a good gang of workmates around me, was made up i was working on cars rolling round in oil all day, had my first motorbike at 16 which was ll payed for by myself so wa happy as larry!!!
finished my apprentaship, started a job as a motorbike technician. and now back on cars in a rather big service centre, job is safe as houses, on decent money and do quite like it still.
been fucked around beetween finishing my apprentaship and today both through work and relationship wise. a big thing made me change how i see people and how to judge people. i watched a supposed "friend" royally fuck my dad over for a very decent sum of money my dad had lent him to get the business of the ground properley, and to help myself as i was going to work there at the time. the guy fucked off with my dads money, folded the business and left my dad thousands worse off and me without a job. made me feel quite low watching my dad moping about, knowing that he hasnt got a bad bone in his body and has got fucked over because of a good nature and helping a supposed mate and decent bloke out. made me think alot and did actually bring me and my dad even closer.
the only low's we're watching my brother when he was in his teens getting into trouble with the police all the time, leaving high school early with no qualifications, and physically fighting with my mum and dad, basically just disrespecting them any way possible. that made me into a decent person in a way, i watched my mum and dad go to hell and back with him, as upsetting as it was for us all they still done anything for him and was always there for him, made me realise how lucky i am to have parents like that. and it actually turned my brother into a decent bloke in time with an extremely well payed job and is acutally respected now by many people. has really made something out of himself.
the only other low in my life was my my dads uncle dying, watching a skillful totally capable man with his own business and a mindfull of knowledge suffer from dementure and not be able to fend for himself and need constant care. not a nice thing to watch happen.
the past year or so of my life though has been up and down, mostly with women. been fucked over twice, the first time really hurt me. never been emotional over a girl before usually just though if it dosent work fuck it, easy enough to pull someone else one night in town. but split up with a girlfriend and it did hurt, emotions all over the place and wasnt good. the next i ot fucked over again, but was alot wiser then and did literally take it with a pinch of salt.
at the minute though life is the best its been, well payed job, got alot of close friends round me who will be with me for life, would trust them with anything. car wise i've owned everything i've wanted to so far and all is going to plan.
got an amazing girlfriend at the mo, met her a few months ago and jsut clicked straight away, made the past month of so of my life one of the happiest i've had. hopefully things will stay that way.
and thats it lol not much compared to others but its 2 in the morning and i had a spare 15 minutes so thought i'd be jackanory and tell my story lol
29-09-2008, 10:00 PM
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I posted in this in April this year but reading all of it back including some posts I must have missed 1st time round has made me think about a lot of things.
Some of you have had amazing challenges to deal with...ome of you have just had amazing lives.
As far as mine goes...its pretty normal and uneventful.
Ive lost a few important people along the way but at the moment...they way I am and the way things are is enough for me. Im genuinely "ok" for the first time in what seems like forever.
Some of you have had amazing challenges to deal with...ome of you have just had amazing lives.
As far as mine goes...its pretty normal and uneventful.
Ive lost a few important people along the way but at the moment...they way I am and the way things are is enough for me. Im genuinely "ok" for the first time in what seems like forever.
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29-09-2008, 10:22 PM
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Dont minimilise your life!! Youve had some pretty appalling things happen to you and youve fought the challenges that went with it.
That shows how much of a survivor you are. Doesnt matter that some people have had "more" things happen, its the fact you got through the real tough shit and came out the other side as a balanced and stronger individual.
You could have ended up a lost cause destroyed by drugs or dead through suicide but you didnt!! What many people whove coped with bad shit dont realise is that to get through some of the things you have makes you stronger than most.
(group hug)
That shows how much of a survivor you are. Doesnt matter that some people have had "more" things happen, its the fact you got through the real tough shit and came out the other side as a balanced and stronger individual.
You could have ended up a lost cause destroyed by drugs or dead through suicide but you didnt!! What many people whove coped with bad shit dont realise is that to get through some of the things you have makes you stronger than most.
(group hug)
29-09-2008, 11:07 PM
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there is some mad shit on here and you gotta admire a lot of people for what they have managed to bring themselves through.mines a bit lame but here goes.born a couple of months premature,contracted the bad strain of meningitis in the hospital,heart stopped 3 times they tried all different drugs that didnt work and told my mum that if i didnt die i would be wheelchair bound and be retarded,it was 1973.i was in there for 3months and seemed to have suvived.one year old father left,never saw him again.new dad until i was 8 who i though was my dad,he left never to be seen again.saw my grandad suffer terribly in nursing homes for years until he died of huntington's when i was ten.best mate got run over and killed in front of me at 11,then blur.gluesniffing,petrol,gas,aerosols pinching from everybody,cars motorbikes money.banned from driving at 12 for a year banned at 14 for 2yrs.i never saw my mum because she was always working trying to look after me an my sis,i still feel really guilty for the police turning my mums hose upside down on numerous occassions and her having to get me from the police station at 4 and 5 in the morning.i was always depressed and didnt care about anyone.i was always being threatened with care homes and jail.well i sorted myself out and then at 21 i was told i had the altered jean of huntington's.ace! girlfriends have come and gone even bringing children up as my own because i cant risk passing on something thats going to kill them.it happened though and i have a 7yr old lad who love to bits even though i dont live with him anymore.the woman i am with got pregnant but i couldnt risk it.only to find out after it was twins.i give myself untill i was 35 and then im off,well i have added another 5yrs.its so hard with mood swings and being down most of the time and now excessive drinking,not working.you see your mates and they say oh whats up with you you miserable fooker but they have no idea.its not i feel sorry for my self please dont think that,but one stumble or when i cant remember stuff the first thought is my illness.it can affect you from more or less any age and some people never show any symtoms and there is no cure so when you cant see any light at the end of the tunnel its wank.my worse fear is being stopped from driving they tried it before for 3months when they thought i had epilepsy.i told my doctor i couldnt ride my bike as good anymore and he wanted to tell dvla,its a bloody cr250 motocross and i am getting old !since i got my license at 17 it has always been clean and i have always been legal but if my license goes my coz aint,sorry folks i will be one of the illegal selfish bastards that ruin it for everyone else sorry.
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Well, ive been swithering whether or not to write anything, as it will be very underwhelming compared to most! Here goes anyway, just so i can chip in with something.
23.02.1987 - Born.
Was brought up on a farm, owned by my grandparents in which my dad, 2 uncles and papa farmed. Before i was born, my parents had built themselves a home on the farm, nice place, in the countryside, exaclty how they wanted it.
My brother Stuart was born on 13.11.1989. We lived in the house for 13 years, my dad a farmer and my mum made wedding cakes from home, myself and my brother had run of the land, as far as you could see we could play on, looking back it was perfect, no family problems, i can only assume money was fine, everyone got on, no complaints at all. Almost embarrased to say it reading some of the above, but my childhood was excellent on the whole.
When i was 13/14 or so, my dad decided to take a move from farming which he loved, and with a friend, bought a haulage company in Glasgow, a few months later my uncle married, and we sold him the house on the farm which he still worked on, and moved into the town, which was ideal for my dad, as it made the commute easier, and for myself and my brother, as at this point i was just moving to high school, so being in the town suited me, nearer my friends and there was more stuff to do for a teenager like me.
Looking back, i think part of the reason we moved to where we did, was to be closer to my Great Grandparents, my dads grandparents, who also lived in the town. (the farm i was brought up on belonged to them at one point). My great grandma had suffered a stroke, before i was born and had always been in a wheelchair in the time i knew her, she was still in good spirits though, her and my g. grandad kept each other going i think. She passed away circa 2002, which was tough on me as i'd grew quite close, but i was old enough to understand she was old and it was going to happen sooner or later. After she was gone, again, me and my brother got closer to my g. grandad, mowed his lawn, painted his window frames, tidied his garden, done some shopping for him etc, he was one of those people that everyone knew, he had a story to tell about everyone/thing, a wise old man. Unfortunately, he passed away a couple of years later, 2004ish. Gutting, but he had a good innings lasting till he was 92.
Anyway, I done well at school, few hiccups, but i got the grades and went to uni in August 2004 to study Graphic Design at Glasgow Caledonian University.
Uni was awesome, met some great people and had loads of fun, managing to graduate with a BA in Applied Graphics Technology.
When i was at uni i worked in Tesco stacking shelves which was shite. Hated it so moved on and got a job with a car dealer working weekends, which was excellent, after i'd graduated, typical student, i couldnt get a job in what i'd studied for so took a full time job with the car dealer at a branch in Glasgow, cool job, i enjoyed it.
Decided a few months ago if i wanted to have a career in graphic design, i needed to do something about it asap so managed to land a design job at a relatively new local company. Only been there 2 weeks but so far so good, nice people, good location, interesting work, loads of creative freedom and chance to express myself, what every designer wants really!
As for girlfriends, had a couple during uni, but i dont think i was ever in love until about 18months ago, when i met Gillian, who i've been with since and things are good.
In all, i've had it relatively easy, a couple of tough times but nothing on a par with some of you guys. I still have all of my grandparents in good health, my mum and dad are still happily married after 20+ years and the family all get on.
23.02.1987 - Born.
Was brought up on a farm, owned by my grandparents in which my dad, 2 uncles and papa farmed. Before i was born, my parents had built themselves a home on the farm, nice place, in the countryside, exaclty how they wanted it.
My brother Stuart was born on 13.11.1989. We lived in the house for 13 years, my dad a farmer and my mum made wedding cakes from home, myself and my brother had run of the land, as far as you could see we could play on, looking back it was perfect, no family problems, i can only assume money was fine, everyone got on, no complaints at all. Almost embarrased to say it reading some of the above, but my childhood was excellent on the whole.
When i was 13/14 or so, my dad decided to take a move from farming which he loved, and with a friend, bought a haulage company in Glasgow, a few months later my uncle married, and we sold him the house on the farm which he still worked on, and moved into the town, which was ideal for my dad, as it made the commute easier, and for myself and my brother, as at this point i was just moving to high school, so being in the town suited me, nearer my friends and there was more stuff to do for a teenager like me.
Looking back, i think part of the reason we moved to where we did, was to be closer to my Great Grandparents, my dads grandparents, who also lived in the town. (the farm i was brought up on belonged to them at one point). My great grandma had suffered a stroke, before i was born and had always been in a wheelchair in the time i knew her, she was still in good spirits though, her and my g. grandad kept each other going i think. She passed away circa 2002, which was tough on me as i'd grew quite close, but i was old enough to understand she was old and it was going to happen sooner or later. After she was gone, again, me and my brother got closer to my g. grandad, mowed his lawn, painted his window frames, tidied his garden, done some shopping for him etc, he was one of those people that everyone knew, he had a story to tell about everyone/thing, a wise old man. Unfortunately, he passed away a couple of years later, 2004ish. Gutting, but he had a good innings lasting till he was 92.
Anyway, I done well at school, few hiccups, but i got the grades and went to uni in August 2004 to study Graphic Design at Glasgow Caledonian University.
Uni was awesome, met some great people and had loads of fun, managing to graduate with a BA in Applied Graphics Technology.
When i was at uni i worked in Tesco stacking shelves which was shite. Hated it so moved on and got a job with a car dealer working weekends, which was excellent, after i'd graduated, typical student, i couldnt get a job in what i'd studied for so took a full time job with the car dealer at a branch in Glasgow, cool job, i enjoyed it.
Decided a few months ago if i wanted to have a career in graphic design, i needed to do something about it asap so managed to land a design job at a relatively new local company. Only been there 2 weeks but so far so good, nice people, good location, interesting work, loads of creative freedom and chance to express myself, what every designer wants really!
As for girlfriends, had a couple during uni, but i dont think i was ever in love until about 18months ago, when i met Gillian, who i've been with since and things are good.
In all, i've had it relatively easy, a couple of tough times but nothing on a par with some of you guys. I still have all of my grandparents in good health, my mum and dad are still happily married after 20+ years and the family all get on.
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06-10-2008, 12:36 PM
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hm, the stuff onhere is awsome, so many different expirences.
some of mine
born 9 november 1987
first memory really was my brothers birth in '91, all my family were there and i made a track for my toy cars using congratualation cards
cars were gna be a big part of me, one of my first words was 'car'
early memory, my dad blowing up our lower garden with petrol in one of those metal bits which ou can burn wood with... i tihnikhis last words were ' watch this son'....flicked a match them KA BOOM!!!! mum comes running down garden and gives dad an earful...funny stuff, nothings ever grown back there since.
ive always lived in essex, i went to primary school in wethersfeid near an army base, was weird being in rural england, then seeing 7 foot black brick shit house american soldier jogging ast and waving lol.
i went to tabor high school in braintree. that was the most eventful time of my life, had a mate comit sucide, had my first gf etcetc, started swimming. bad time, was en route to southend in a mates cossie and we manged to roll it, i was the only one wearing a seat belt. eveyone survived but shit me it was scary. always wear my seat belt now.
i won every race i swam, got into the essex nationals and won, then was training for a place for the british nationals, had enough and gave up ( regret it) went to colchester 6th form, fif my d 0f e gold, had my best mate of 7 years die in a car crash, some twats racing and they had a head on. then my other best mate moved away to oxford. felt a lttle low for a while, more teenage stuff, i liked a girl, she fuked me around. anyway, i met a girl called anabel, we went out, in the end for around 2 years. good times,
then we broke up... booo. ( well, actually she was a nutter and thank fuk it did end)
passed college, went to uni, here i am, with a quality misses doing a degree in creative writing.
whilst at uni, the one thing that had been consistent no matter how shit went, during a particulary low point ( nuthing major, think i was just a bit home sick) i managed to write me car off, fast lane of the M25 near enfeild tunel going clockwise. it hurt, and i got the road temporarly closed, that was shit, no car, no money, shit loadsa work.... then i had a random chat on the phone to me dad, nothing important but he said sumit and from then on, everythngs been great tbh.
right now, i have great parents, a decent brother and a good home. my family itself is huge, my nan was in a famly of 10 brothers and sisters,i went to a wedding once and FOOK IN EL! theres laods of em, all from around the east london area. some are up in loughton / south essex now. we rarly see them all, mainy just my cousins and g.parents. but its good to know they are there ( i wouldn't fuk wit em put it like that!!!!) was funny though, i remember being at this wedding when i was little, and my nan, shes about 5 foot tall, was giving this huge bloke, skin head, huge arms and hands, a right telling off for not writing hahaha. at the time she was being messed about by some builers, who were bascily taking advantage cos she and my grandad were old, this bloke sorted it out. to me, family are important. but, like i said on another thread, if you are with out family, friends become family.
the most important thing i have learnt in life so far is not to compare yourself to others, be your own person, do your own thing. if you spend all day going 'X did better than me, B is earning more than me, C has a nicer car etcetc' you will get no where. as long as im happy and my family are happy, thats all that matters.
god, theres shit loads more i could write, but im hungover lol.
some of mine
born 9 november 1987
first memory really was my brothers birth in '91, all my family were there and i made a track for my toy cars using congratualation cards
cars were gna be a big part of me, one of my first words was 'car'
early memory, my dad blowing up our lower garden with petrol in one of those metal bits which ou can burn wood with... i tihnikhis last words were ' watch this son'....flicked a match them KA BOOM!!!! mum comes running down garden and gives dad an earful...funny stuff, nothings ever grown back there since.
ive always lived in essex, i went to primary school in wethersfeid near an army base, was weird being in rural england, then seeing 7 foot black brick shit house american soldier jogging ast and waving lol.
i went to tabor high school in braintree. that was the most eventful time of my life, had a mate comit sucide, had my first gf etcetc, started swimming. bad time, was en route to southend in a mates cossie and we manged to roll it, i was the only one wearing a seat belt. eveyone survived but shit me it was scary. always wear my seat belt now.
i won every race i swam, got into the essex nationals and won, then was training for a place for the british nationals, had enough and gave up ( regret it) went to colchester 6th form, fif my d 0f e gold, had my best mate of 7 years die in a car crash, some twats racing and they had a head on. then my other best mate moved away to oxford. felt a lttle low for a while, more teenage stuff, i liked a girl, she fuked me around. anyway, i met a girl called anabel, we went out, in the end for around 2 years. good times,
then we broke up... booo. ( well, actually she was a nutter and thank fuk it did end)
passed college, went to uni, here i am, with a quality misses doing a degree in creative writing.
whilst at uni, the one thing that had been consistent no matter how shit went, during a particulary low point ( nuthing major, think i was just a bit home sick) i managed to write me car off, fast lane of the M25 near enfeild tunel going clockwise. it hurt, and i got the road temporarly closed, that was shit, no car, no money, shit loadsa work.... then i had a random chat on the phone to me dad, nothing important but he said sumit and from then on, everythngs been great tbh.
right now, i have great parents, a decent brother and a good home. my family itself is huge, my nan was in a famly of 10 brothers and sisters,i went to a wedding once and FOOK IN EL! theres laods of em, all from around the east london area. some are up in loughton / south essex now. we rarly see them all, mainy just my cousins and g.parents. but its good to know they are there ( i wouldn't fuk wit em put it like that!!!!) was funny though, i remember being at this wedding when i was little, and my nan, shes about 5 foot tall, was giving this huge bloke, skin head, huge arms and hands, a right telling off for not writing hahaha. at the time she was being messed about by some builers, who were bascily taking advantage cos she and my grandad were old, this bloke sorted it out. to me, family are important. but, like i said on another thread, if you are with out family, friends become family.
the most important thing i have learnt in life so far is not to compare yourself to others, be your own person, do your own thing. if you spend all day going 'X did better than me, B is earning more than me, C has a nicer car etcetc' you will get no where. as long as im happy and my family are happy, thats all that matters.
god, theres shit loads more i could write, but im hungover lol.
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06-10-2008, 01:50 PM
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The short version...
July 1975 - Was born! That was a bit of a let down for everybody involved as I understand it! LOL
First experience with cars: Aged 2 - can now walk and apparently problems really started from thereon. Watched my father fill my mothers mini up with fuel at petrol station. After this, he then proceeded to fill radiator up with water. I asked him what he was doing, and he simply replied filling the car with water.
I got a little confused from this point, but needless to say, and ever-helpful, I decided to assist him the next time this needed to be done. About a week later (so I am told) I opened the fuel filler cap to the mini, inserted the hose pipe, and switched the little bugger on!!!
I then apparently announced proudly that I was filling the car with water, which led to a pregnant pause, and the fastest that my father had ever moved in his life so I am told!!!
Anyone who knows me would probably agree that this was probably a high point when it came to my car mechanical capability! ROFOL.
September 1993 - Passed driving test. I was 17 years old, and now I wanted to test my own mortality. My first car was a Mk III Escort 1.1L (the one with the optional headrests!). This was my full introduction to tinkering with cars.
Two years later, the car was sold looking identical internally and externally to an XR3, and benefited from a 1.6L CVH engine tied to a very badly home-modified twin-choke carb and inlet manifold (which led to massive belches of flame as unburnt fuel escaped down the exhaust). Ahhhh - great days.
Oct 1996 - First Cosworth Day - did a deal with a guy who was younger than me who had bought a cossie but couldnt really afford it. Turns out that I couldnt either, but was only going to find that out waay later! It was a Grey one, and I loved it, though it was in retrospect far from an ideal example. Achieved major life goal of buying one prior to turning 21 years old. Cost me dearly though...
Jul 1997 - Lent mate the above cosworth, and he ended up wrapping the fucker up. I will never forget the conversation. "Be careful - it is wet, and it can be tricky in the wet". - "Dont worry - I know what I am doing, and I have plenty of experience with RWD cars". Oh dear.
Long story short, we are still best of friends, and he did the right thing, namely co-funded the replacement cossie (the white one which eventually turned silver that those of you that know me would know me by).
LOW POINT
1998 - Girlfriend of time nearly dies. Strange one this one. Long story short, was going out with a lass whilst at Bristol Uni - nice girl and straight as they come (as in didnt touch drugs, ciggies or alcohol). Woke up one morning to answer the phone, and having answered the phone, she dropped to the floor with her heart in a bad way. Had to administer CPR whilst the Paramedics arrived.
There is absolutely nothing in this world that compares with being told that your 20 year old otherwise health girlfriend is likely to die. Furthermore, once they finally were happy that she was not going to die, being told that she would probably have brain damage.
The good news is that after the worst 3 months of my life (and several others lives including one would suspect hers), she pulled through with relatively little major after effects. The full details of the condition I leave off for the benefit of her privacy, but needless to say it was rare.
HIGH POINT
August 1999
Met my current wife, the lovely and ever tolerant (slightly nutty, and completely car mad!) Rachael. We met through a mutual friend, and as far as we are concerned - the rest is pretty much history! Bought a house together in November of the same year, and were married August 2003.
Jan 2008 - Bought our Porsche 996TT as seen in my signature. This I appreciate is not necessarily that seminal, but it was more about what it represented to us - that sense of achievement when we managed to buy her is very satisfying for what is at the end of the day - just a car.
No kids as yet planned or actual.
JJ
July 1975 - Was born! That was a bit of a let down for everybody involved as I understand it! LOL
First experience with cars: Aged 2 - can now walk and apparently problems really started from thereon. Watched my father fill my mothers mini up with fuel at petrol station. After this, he then proceeded to fill radiator up with water. I asked him what he was doing, and he simply replied filling the car with water.
I got a little confused from this point, but needless to say, and ever-helpful, I decided to assist him the next time this needed to be done. About a week later (so I am told) I opened the fuel filler cap to the mini, inserted the hose pipe, and switched the little bugger on!!!
I then apparently announced proudly that I was filling the car with water, which led to a pregnant pause, and the fastest that my father had ever moved in his life so I am told!!!
Anyone who knows me would probably agree that this was probably a high point when it came to my car mechanical capability! ROFOL.
September 1993 - Passed driving test. I was 17 years old, and now I wanted to test my own mortality. My first car was a Mk III Escort 1.1L (the one with the optional headrests!). This was my full introduction to tinkering with cars.
Two years later, the car was sold looking identical internally and externally to an XR3, and benefited from a 1.6L CVH engine tied to a very badly home-modified twin-choke carb and inlet manifold (which led to massive belches of flame as unburnt fuel escaped down the exhaust). Ahhhh - great days.
Oct 1996 - First Cosworth Day - did a deal with a guy who was younger than me who had bought a cossie but couldnt really afford it. Turns out that I couldnt either, but was only going to find that out waay later! It was a Grey one, and I loved it, though it was in retrospect far from an ideal example. Achieved major life goal of buying one prior to turning 21 years old. Cost me dearly though...
Jul 1997 - Lent mate the above cosworth, and he ended up wrapping the fucker up. I will never forget the conversation. "Be careful - it is wet, and it can be tricky in the wet". - "Dont worry - I know what I am doing, and I have plenty of experience with RWD cars". Oh dear.
Long story short, we are still best of friends, and he did the right thing, namely co-funded the replacement cossie (the white one which eventually turned silver that those of you that know me would know me by).
LOW POINT
1998 - Girlfriend of time nearly dies. Strange one this one. Long story short, was going out with a lass whilst at Bristol Uni - nice girl and straight as they come (as in didnt touch drugs, ciggies or alcohol). Woke up one morning to answer the phone, and having answered the phone, she dropped to the floor with her heart in a bad way. Had to administer CPR whilst the Paramedics arrived.
There is absolutely nothing in this world that compares with being told that your 20 year old otherwise health girlfriend is likely to die. Furthermore, once they finally were happy that she was not going to die, being told that she would probably have brain damage.
The good news is that after the worst 3 months of my life (and several others lives including one would suspect hers), she pulled through with relatively little major after effects. The full details of the condition I leave off for the benefit of her privacy, but needless to say it was rare.
HIGH POINT
August 1999
Met my current wife, the lovely and ever tolerant (slightly nutty, and completely car mad!) Rachael. We met through a mutual friend, and as far as we are concerned - the rest is pretty much history! Bought a house together in November of the same year, and were married August 2003.
Jan 2008 - Bought our Porsche 996TT as seen in my signature. This I appreciate is not necessarily that seminal, but it was more about what it represented to us - that sense of achievement when we managed to buy her is very satisfying for what is at the end of the day - just a car.
No kids as yet planned or actual.
JJ
30-10-2008, 01:27 PM
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Highest - Getting my 3dr, marrying my wife, feeling my baby daughter Murron kick inside my wifes tummy
Lowest - Loosing Murron eariler this year (stillborn), with no reason found.
Lowest - Loosing Murron eariler this year (stillborn), with no reason found.
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well nov 79 was when my life began,
was a pretty good kid enjoyed school , joined army cadets @ 12/13 thoroughly enjoyed it but left after a couple of yrs , thinkin back dunno why,
got a job just b4 leavin school so was earnin and didnt think twice about further education (my biggest regret in life)
got into clubbin etc about 16-17 , never been into drugs , just enjoy a night out n drink n dance,
had a few non serious girlfriends but got with my ex when i was late 17 , was with her just over 3 yrs when she became pregnant with our 1st of 3 children , was a shock but dealt with it , worked hard and bought a flat b4 the baby was born , was hard but totally worth it, being only 21 wether i was ready i guess i was but imo ur never fully prepared for parenthood,
always wanted to join the army, but my ex would not come or bring our children if i did
done wot i had to do to provide for my family , worked shitty night shifts etc (as anyone would)
turned down a job with baa march 2007 (if i knew wot i know now i would never have)
well after 11 yrs 3 children we split up,grew apart ,had to sell my house and have to say the hardest thing i have EVER EVER had to do was walk out of my house after tellin my 3 children i was moving out, that destroyed me , everything i lived for i thought id lost and felt i total failure as i could not keep my family together.
well after some fantastic support from family and close friends i realised that the important things in my life were and always will be my children and i had'nt lost them at all ,
that was aug/sept last yr, its been a very up n down yr to say the least had feelings for someone but didnt work out ,seemed another 2 steps back ,
so at present im still unsure wot the future holds and dunno if u can truely be happy after u have almost everything u could wish for taken away from u !!!!
onwards n upwards i guess
Scott
was a pretty good kid enjoyed school , joined army cadets @ 12/13 thoroughly enjoyed it but left after a couple of yrs , thinkin back dunno why,
got a job just b4 leavin school so was earnin and didnt think twice about further education (my biggest regret in life)
got into clubbin etc about 16-17 , never been into drugs , just enjoy a night out n drink n dance
, had a few non serious girlfriends but got with my ex when i was late 17 , was with her just over 3 yrs when she became pregnant with our 1st of 3 children , was a shock but dealt with it , worked hard and bought a flat b4 the baby was born , was hard but totally worth it, being only 21 wether i was ready i guess i was but imo ur never fully prepared for parenthood,
always wanted to join the army, but my ex would not come or bring our children if i did
done wot i had to do to provide for my family , worked shitty night shifts etc (as anyone would)
turned down a job with baa march 2007
(if i knew wot i know now i would never have)well after 11 yrs 3 children we split up,grew apart ,had to sell my house and have to say the hardest thing i have EVER EVER had to do was walk out of my house after tellin my 3 children i was moving out, that destroyed me , everything i lived for i thought id lost and felt i total failure as i could not keep my family together.
well after some fantastic support from family and close friends i realised that the important things in my life were and always will be my children and i had'nt lost them at all ,
that was aug/sept last yr, its been a very up n down yr to say the least had feelings for someone but didnt work out ,seemed another 2 steps back ,
so at present im still unsure wot the future holds and dunno if u can truely be happy after u have almost everything u could wish for taken away from u !!!!
onwards n upwards i guess
Scott
20-07-2009, 02:36 PM
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May 15th - I was born and the World Instantly became a better place for it....to this day i am still spreading my love and seed to those that need it.
The end. lol.
To be fair i've been lucky to have not suffered from too many tragedies in my life, i've been healthy and i'm very happy too, some people on here have had it tough!
EDIT* LOW POINT!!! - having to sell BMW M5 to fund knee op....and replacing it with a peugeot 407sw with electrics so bizarre i cannot fathom how its possible the car manages to even move!
The end. lol.
To be fair i've been lucky to have not suffered from too many tragedies in my life, i've been healthy and i'm very happy too, some people on here have had it tough!
EDIT* LOW POINT!!! - having to sell BMW M5 to fund knee op....and replacing it with a peugeot 407sw with electrics so bizarre i cannot fathom how its possible the car manages to even move!
Last edited by bud-weis; 20-07-2009 at 02:37 PM.
