I guess, when you get right down to it, it's pretty much all about the music, the books and the football. No, I lie, it's all about my wife, my step son and dog. There's a job, but that's just what I do to subsidise my family and pet first and my interests second....the same career for 27 years now, for four different companies, and we'll leave it at that.My life has been lead vicariously, pretty much by associating with folks prepared to take the risks I never have...there's been a bit of writing (some fanzines late 70's early to mid 80's), modest involvemant with my own record label (one EP, two compilation albums, nothing for 21 years now....) and the great unfinished novel. I've mixed with junkies, alcoholics and popstars though NONE of this glamour has replicated itself in my own life.Yet somehow, I'm happy.
Got my wife, Wendy (married for 6 years).
My stepson Gavin (21 this year)
My dog Lewis (4).
My football club - Coventry City (123)
My music (3,350 CDs)
My house (36)
My car (3)
My hair (hardly)
My books (too many to number)
My health (bar flu at the time of writing - hence the undercurrent of madness - my grandfather suffered from a severe bout of flu many years ago, thought his stamp collection looked a little messy so trimmed off all the perforated edges - me, I'll probably just hit the erase but---------------------------------------------------------
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