Started out life not quite the way i would have wanted, wasn't very liked at school, can't remember much about primary school, apart from no one really gave a rats ass about what anyone thought of anyone (although i did get a tooth knocked out for laughing, still no idea why to this day).
Things started to change in secondary school, meet a hole new bunch of people, a hole new bunch of people who seemed to dislike me, then again there was always someone at school who got bullied, just most of the time it seemed to be me. Got dropped onto a concrete floor at one point, everyone laughed and walked away.
Got a job as a paperboy (£30 a week, was easy going), felt like some friends started to get jealous cos i was saving money to buy bigger and better things, like the a PS2 just after they came out, an electric guitar and a little amp.
Completed school with 8 GCSE's nothing more then a B, nothing less then a D (apart from RE that was a E). Then came a bigger step up to college where i studied music technology.
The course its self seemed to be a walk in the park, the main thing i couldn't cope with was putting what in my head onto paper, so as it came to the end of the course i had completed all the practical work, but not the written side of things, so i failed.
College wasn't all that bad, was in a band in them 2 years, and had 3 gigs through college (all sold out i think), i played drums, not that well, but could hold a rhythm.
Towards the end of college i got a job making sandwiches and selling coffee to travelling sales people at York train station. After 2 n a half years of that i managed swapped the chopping board and coffee machine, for pumps behind the bar, making breakfasts and evening meals for punters willing to spend £3.10 on a pint.
4 years have now passed since i started at the train station and im still there slaving away, the best part to come out of it all is getting promoted to supervisor, that was about 3 years ago, doesn't look like im going anywhere fast now does it?
