From trainee metallurgist at the local steelworks to sole quality control tester at a now defunct Brickworks four months later. An emigrant with my perambulating parents from Berlin to the Land DownUnder, rippa adventure. Offsider to a truckie with State Rail in Sydney then back to the steelworks and save to go OS via eastern Australia up to Cairns and back. Kathmandu and half a year later in a coup in Kabul.
Eventually in Berlin got mega depressed and back DownUnder. Fire safety officer for another big metallurgical concern, shovelling ash at a boilerhouse, fitters labourer and the local uni wanted mature students. Double major sociology, funtine but honours so dry I left three weeks later, unemployed, ex GF says coming to Sydney yes indeed, customer accounts with Telecom, then headhunted and managed a clothing importer's stores and made redundant.
GF says don't drive taxis State Transit want bus drivers. One year later I resign and off to the country and now married. 18 months later back to The Cross, Sydney, driving buses then part time back to full time and wrote book number one. Self published. She who proposes also disposes! New life, new pubs and a wrecked back then retire and get a wrecked head on top. Eventurally to settle in a new city and in the meantime mangled all keys on my e-piano but did a few gigs with a blue note jazz band on lazy sunday nights.
Onto book number three. Three nervous breakdowns though its rather different plus the big melt-down even weirder and very unforgetable but not regretable.
Eventually in Berlin got mega depressed and back DownUnder. Fire safety officer for another big metallurgical concern, shovelling ash at a boilerhouse, fitters labourer and the local uni wanted mature students. Double major sociology, funtine but honours so dry I left three weeks later, unemployed, ex GF says coming to Sydney yes indeed, customer accounts with Telecom, then headhunted and managed a clothing importer's stores and made redundant.
GF says don't drive taxis State Transit want bus drivers. One year later I resign and off to the country and now married. 18 months later back to The Cross, Sydney, driving buses then part time back to full time and wrote book number one. Self published. She who proposes also disposes! New life, new pubs and a wrecked back then retire and get a wrecked head on top. Eventurally to settle in a new city and in the meantime mangled all keys on my e-piano but did a few gigs with a blue note jazz band on lazy sunday nights.
Onto book number three. Three nervous breakdowns though its rather different plus the big melt-down even weirder and very unforgetable but not regretable.
