Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Hmmm, writer's blog?
Having been egged on by a more 'pooter literate friend, I find myself asking; 'do I really want to do this?' Is anyone really going to be interested in the ramblings and ponderings of a more than slightly deranged midget female who finds herself, somewhat disturbingly, more excited by V8 engines than designer labels, who is happier knee-deep in mud than teetering on foot-crippling Manolo Blahniks. Maybe it has something to do with being built more like a shetland pony than a clotheshorse?
Maybe it's a chromosomal abnormality?
I've always been a little wierd. I, partially at least, blame the late Hunter S Thompson; I'm convinced that reading "Hell's Angels" at the age of 14 or so, set my mind to having a motorcycle at the earliest opportunity; a determination which met with absolute opposition from my parents: "You won't have a motorbike while you live in this house" my Dad declared upon hearing the news that his 17 year old daughter planned to spend a newly acquired dollop of back-pay on a Honda 50.
So I left. I rented a bedsit in Leicester, and 'Gerald' and I set off on the road!
Gerald (don't ask my how or why he got called that!!) was a stop-gap, a semi-automatic, which was technically classed as a motorcycle since he had a centrifugal clutch, in the 'good old days' prior to CBT he was enough to pass my test on.
I suppose going back to the training centre on my next bike, a minature chopper, built especially for me, was a little incongruous, but I had to learn to use a clutch!!!
Now I know that girls on bikes are not particularly unusual, but that wasn't the only thing I did which was a little strange for a female. I also worked with dead people.
I embarked on this career direction when I became bored with my clerical job at a jewllery wholesalers; my boyfriend at the time was an embalmer, and I thought his job sounded a darn sight more interesting than mine, so I thought I would do that too: It was 1979, the year of mass unemployment, one in ten on the dole; 'Maggies millions' queued, despondently, for their giros.
An initiative for youth employment the Youth Opportunities Programme offered 6 month training schemes with employers, there was no definite job offer at the end, but valuable experience to be gained, nonetheless.
I worked for my 6 months at a large, family owned funeral directors, and, as luck would have it, at the end of it, a local hospital was advertising for a mortuary technician; I walked straight into the job.
More of this later.
In 1998, my career in the NHS pathology service came to an end. I had no intention of ever having anything to do with dead people ever again, however, fate has a strange way of biting one on the buttocks, and I now find myself working as the northern hemisphere's first female motorcycle hearse rider.
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Unusual? Yes, but that's just me!!
Maybe it's a chromosomal abnormality?
I've always been a little wierd. I, partially at least, blame the late Hunter S Thompson; I'm convinced that reading "Hell's Angels" at the age of 14 or so, set my mind to having a motorcycle at the earliest opportunity; a determination which met with absolute opposition from my parents: "You won't have a motorbike while you live in this house" my Dad declared upon hearing the news that his 17 year old daughter planned to spend a newly acquired dollop of back-pay on a Honda 50.
So I left. I rented a bedsit in Leicester, and 'Gerald' and I set off on the road!
Gerald (don't ask my how or why he got called that!!) was a stop-gap, a semi-automatic, which was technically classed as a motorcycle since he had a centrifugal clutch, in the 'good old days' prior to CBT he was enough to pass my test on.
I suppose going back to the training centre on my next bike, a minature chopper, built especially for me, was a little incongruous, but I had to learn to use a clutch!!!
Now I know that girls on bikes are not particularly unusual, but that wasn't the only thing I did which was a little strange for a female. I also worked with dead people.
I embarked on this career direction when I became bored with my clerical job at a jewllery wholesalers; my boyfriend at the time was an embalmer, and I thought his job sounded a darn sight more interesting than mine, so I thought I would do that too: It was 1979, the year of mass unemployment, one in ten on the dole; 'Maggies millions' queued, despondently, for their giros.
An initiative for youth employment the Youth Opportunities Programme offered 6 month training schemes with employers, there was no definite job offer at the end, but valuable experience to be gained, nonetheless.
I worked for my 6 months at a large, family owned funeral directors, and, as luck would have it, at the end of it, a local hospital was advertising for a mortuary technician; I walked straight into the job.
More of this later.
In 1998, my career in the NHS pathology service came to an end. I had no intention of ever having anything to do with dead people ever again, however, fate has a strange way of biting one on the buttocks, and I now find myself working as the northern hemisphere's first female motorcycle hearse rider.
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Unusual? Yes, but that's just me!!
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