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There is no particular reason why I called this web site Black British. It just sounded good to me at the time. Although, I am of mixed race. A bit of English, German, French, Scottish, African, West Indian and probably some Viking blood has sneaked into my blood from some past rape and pillage plunder.
I grew up in North Yorkshire with four sisters, one brother and a dog called Tim. The dog has now been superseded by a bitch called Emma. The same name as a previous girlfriend I used to have. I do not think there is any relationship, but there looks may have been similar though.
I was born in 1969, the same year man landed on the moon. That's got nothing to do with me of course. It just made the year interesting. I was raised by my mum, a single parent. I would say that I was given a good start to life, although a bit of cash to buy a Grifter would not have gone a miss. I used to pine for hours over one of those things. Big heavy grid irons, which you can not even pull a decent wheely on.
My childhood enemy was a thick idiot from down the bottom of the street where I lived. We never got into a fight situation. But I often thought about giving him a good pasting. All this from a five stone string bean you might say. My bulging biceps were notorious (NOT).
Anyway, I was pretty thick at school. Something of an underachiever until I went to this great college in the Lake District, called Wray Castle. It was a marine electronics college. I knuckled down and got some useful qualifications. Which at the end allowed me to get all around the world and of course get paid for it.
I was a merchant seaman for nearly four years. Just enough time to get about a bit and shake my thing. That and swallow the odd penicillin tablet.
My favourite places were in Chile and South Africa. To me the atmosphere was electric, different ports every couple of days and enough money to blow and save. I quite often nearly missed the ship sailing time because I was still getting over a brothel hangover. Ah, the good old days. Memories, although not all good, will be taken to the crematorium with me.
My mates are few, but are of quality material. I am not particularly good at socialising and can smell conversational bullshit from a thousand yards. I prefer a few good friends to a lot of faceless acquaintances.
I got married recently to a Spanish lass, 14th April 2001. There's a few pictures to have a look at if you want.
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