Hi there, I could put my CV here but I didn't because it would only be useful to someone who wanted to employ me.
Just for the record, I have been on this planet for 55 years now but it only seems 25. My node name is peterpan. This is
based on the fact that I am the little boy that never grew up (The difference between men and boys is the price of their toys)
and my lovely wife, who is called Pearl, could be Wendy!
I arrived here on 3 May 1946 after a 9month trip from never never land only to be confronted with food rationing
and the aftermath of WW11. The following winter was one of the coldest on record and, apparently, I was lucky to survive.
My father was in the Merchant Navy and my mother was working in her father's shop. After two years they decided to split
up and he stayed in Newcastle with his new lady whilst my mother stayed in London. I don't quite know the reason for the
split because there are conflicting stories but it is alleged that I have a half sister somewhere called Helen Gundersen who
is about two years older than me. - if anyone knows of a person answering to this name please let me know by e-mail
Ready to go home yet? No! you must be a glutten for punishment!
After the usual educational situations I (foolishly) wanted to follow my father into the Merchant Navy but I got somewhat
sidetracked by my mother's boyfriend who just happend to be an aircraft 'flight engineer'. I applied for an apprenteship
with the then BEA (now British Airways) but soon left to follow a motorcycle racing pastime funded by fixing other
persons bikes and cars and in part by the family business. This drifted into racing cars, rallying and drag racing.
Gradually I built up a several good business' from custom paint spraying to designing and fitting turbo-chargers to
Toyota cars (so where do the Datsuns come in then you ask). The DATSUNs arrived because my mother needed a car to
replace her Hillman IMP and a nice clean 120Y was bought for £100 from an ignorant doctor who thought the engine
was worn out when all he had done was to fill it with Diesel!
My first wife inherited £90,000+ when her mother killed herself and promptly told me that after providing for her and our
daughter's private education I was superflous to requirement and asked me to move out. She later told me that our
'daughter' was not mine and she had AID without telling me (funny that as my current wife had a ?) - well, there you go
musnt let too much out of the bag all at once now!