All this CV stuff makes me sad. I know some people like to know what others have done and what they've achieved and who they've hobnobbed with but I have to say it's all fake news as some orange guy once said. Remember him?

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The thing is it doesn't add up to a mess of beans and a description of a tree is not the tree, as Krishnamurti was fond of saying. 

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Anyway, I grew up somewhere. Had some fun and lots of experiences and learnt one or two things along the way. In my old age I'm becoming more and more foolish and enjoying every minute of it. I find I'm returning to the classics, the film noirs, jazz ballads and Winnie the Pooh. 

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I abhor talking about myself in this age of Narcissus and love not taking myself seriously.

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Having said all the above nonsense, I have to say that I've always been a slow learner. I find I'm really enjoying my second childhood and letting go of everything. It's great fun. 

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I love creativity in whatever form it takes, washing up the dishes, tying shoelaces, laughing with people, animals, plants. 

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Oh, the fake news...

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I went tree climbing in Trevaylor woods the other day with my son, Josh. He's thirty five.

In my teens I went to a great drama school and got kicked out in my final year.

I spent several years trying to get into the acting scene and failed abysmally.

I've spent over thirty years working with wonderful people in the Care Sector.

I currently work in a rehab unit.

I went back to University a couple of years ago and got a first class honours in Creative Writing.

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Well... that's about it.

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