My introduction to, well, me.
It hardly seems worth talking about who I am as I feel pretty damn normal. Brought up in middle England, I went to an average school and did averagely well, although some of the lads in my year did extremely well. I’m sure one of them is a spy!
After a few years working I decided to go to college and did a business and language degree – averagely well. College (as we called it back then) was good in that I met some great people some of whom are still friends, but it wasn’t life’s great adventure as portrayed by books and film.
After that I started working in banks, several banks, seven in fact.
I’m now at one of the big ones at Canary Wharf. I’m one of those little ants that go on the same tube and walk the same way every day. I stop at the same Italian coffee shop and they nod at me in their way of asking “The usual?” I always have an Americano on the way into work, though sometimes during the day I might have a latte, just to be outrageous. I actually like milky coffee, but it often gives me heart-burn so I have to be feeling right on the inside to have one. I will probably write about indigestion at some stage as it comes and goes with me, but when I do get it, it seems to take over my thinking.
I’ll write about Canary Wharf too. It’s a crazy place with some great design – and some awful too.
My lovely wife made me promise that she’ll not appear in my writings – now I know I can’t keep the promise, but I’ll say nothing more detailed about her and just occasionally refer to ‘we’ when we do stuff together.