I am 51 years old, divorced and I hate writing this bit because it feels like I am writing an advert for a lonley hearts column....I'm attractive, lonely and a Librian...sorry got carried away. I teach Television Production at the University of Chester and play on the staff ‘football team’, a loose term describing a bunch of want to B’s, has beens and never will B’s but we enjoy it and they are a great bunch of lads. I’m still waiting for the call from Sir Alex; we never grow up do we? I have two grown up children and I’m very proud of both my boys. Daniel is in the British Army and Thomas works in retail. Like many ‘middle aged men’ I’ve had loads of jobs, some better than others, cleaning toilets on building sites was probably rock bottom, pardon the pun but we had a great laugh, black humour and all that. I’ve also had some sad/funny/scary/enjoyable/boring/unbelievable experiences, none of which I am going to tell you about.
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