I’m getting old. My hair is receding, I understand why the old man shakes his walking stick at the chavs, I am excited by the yellow labels in Tescos and I like a good moan.
However I ain’t that old. I could score the winning goal in the FA Cup Final, even now I still think I could open the batting for England. I still like vodka and Redbull. I like a good moan, so perhaps I am an old fart after all.
Actually, I’m really nearly forty, a Head of IT/IT Director who took an involuntary gap year off after redundancy and is now wondering where I inherited such foresite as I am still without permanent work…I am trying to get thewebservicescompany up and running, but it’s really hard as not many people want a website at the moment!
I live in Northamptonshire having been brought up in Birmingham (no, I am sans accent) and wanna work in London please. Actually I wanna work anywhere within reason. For lot’s of money.
I want to put an end to small children and help cancer, help poverty and see off small furry animals. That’s about it really. Dead boring me…