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…
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
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…
I started this short blog with the intention of merging three diverging themes.
This is the third theme. Continue reading
Getting to the point is taking longer than I thought.
I didn’t want to turn this into a chronological holiday list so I will now summarise the next twenty years or so. Continue reading
Where was I? Oh yes, my girlfriend and I (very royal) were about to embark on our first adventure together. “Starways” fulfilled many tickboxes. Continue reading
So here we are. On holiday again. Our second this year, the first being an exotic summer sojourn in Mexico, this one a not so glamorous end of season visit to sunny Norfolk. Oh, that could be contentious… Continue reading
Life is full of sudden urges, sometimes fuelled, rightly or wrongly, by nostalgia.
One such nostalgic moment hit me a few weeks ago, for no reason at all. But I suddenly had the urge to climb aboard and cast off. Not some rhetorical urge you have to understand, this was the real thing. Continue reading
Everyone has their 15 minutes of high drama and this was mine. On the hottest day on record for a long time, following my first (well second I suppose) transatlantic flight on a British Airways 747, and after circling Heathrow for 45 minutes because the tarmac had softened too much in the heat, I safely landed only to have an engine explode on the shuttle back to East Midlands.