With Fibresand building a reputation in the UK, and Denmark and Luxembourg heralded a huge success, my boss’s attention was drawn further afield, and he turned his attention to the west, and the huge market of the United States of America… Continue reading
So, I felt I had finally arrived – from lowly lab technician in a third rate foundry to qualified quality / health and safety manager, fully qualified quarry manager, self taught IT “consultant” and now, esteemed international Fibresand engineer. And my horizons where about to become yet even broader…
So this is my new life. QA manager for the group (two quarries, a brickworks and an asphalt plant), health and safety manager for the same departments, editor of our company newspaper “The Sand Martin”, social club organiser, and now – globe trotting technician / engineer. How far I had come from the tiny, dirty lab in the foundry…
It’s a question that is often asked once a year – where were you on the day of the world trade center attack? September 11th 2001. Many people will always remember where they were. My friend for instance was in a plane over New York at the time, and was diverted to Maine and holed up in a hotel for three days as all air travel was banned. I know exactly where I was… and it remains as vivid today as it did back then. Continue reading
So, you will have already guessed my love for photography – well, you should also know I have a similar passion for videography – or film making. In fact I had a love for it before I could afford to do it. Now, with the age of blogging in full swing, I’ve been encouraged to take it up again with a vengeance…
It always intrigues me where phrases come from – and “The Silver Screen” is one of them. Apparently in the early days of the silent movie, screens where painted with metallic paint in order to make the projections brighter for the audience. “The Silver Screen” has always been an important part of my life. Roll film…
The written word dominates our life, in everything we do. But it goes further than being able to fill in a form, follow road signs or post messages on facebook. It feeds our imaginations, it inspires us, and ultimately it allows us to leave our own thoughts for future generations, who ever may be interested in them.
A collection of words is a sentence, sentences form paragraphs, paragraphs build into chapters and chapters create stories. This is mine.
Today I am recalling an event that changed my outlook on life slightly. And made for a great funny story for years to come. If I’ve told it before, I apologise…
Ah, that got your attention. I decided to revert back to my Christmas present “Dear Dad – journal of a lifetime” and see what the next question is. And it is all about pets.
So, without any ‘fur’ ther ado…
It’s around 1986 and I’m telling my story of how I worked my way up the company in different roles. Let’s continue.
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