How honest are you on here? Most know my story anyway. Joined the Marines at 17. Ireland, Iraq, blah blah. ****ed of to Surrey, worked in a Tesco warehouse, bought a couple of houses. ****ed of back up north bought and sold a couple more. In and out of jobs cos they were ****. ****ed of for a 5 year holiday in Thailand, but did come come back now and again for a bit of work, and boost the coffers. Ended up staying there for the next 9 years working..Have a half Asian kid.. (not forgetting my other 2 who live in France) The pound went ****, so folded the company.. Now 2 year back in the UK. Was tough at first it was freezing. So here i am, Working full time yet again, and tomorrow i go down to smoggie land to work for 3 months, but that's my choice, as its 4 x10hr shifts, Can any of you be honest?
Never heard of it - sounds like a competitor to our glorious owner’s business. You still in the fridge?
Teeside, man. Boro. No i won't be in the fridge, i get 3 month out, i hope it's easier on my wrists, cos they are ****ed.
Left school at 16, straight into apprenticeship at a heavy engineering company of 2000 workers, worked for 7 years as an electrician (panel building, machine tubing and wiring and factory maintenance). Got made redundant on 23rd Dec (500 left of the 2000 at this time) and started a new maintenance job on 5th of Jan along with 19 other guys both electrical and mechanical, 12 weeks to the day after 18 of us were made redundant (basically sacked) because it turned out the company only wanted us until their own staff completed the installation of a new part of the plant (bastards). 3 months out of work when the father-in-law suggested I apply for a job in fork truck repair as there were a few for electrically biased engineers (real engineering was dead), did so and got a job within a week (first I tried). Did two years there then the depot manager left to start his own company, two months later he asked me to work for him and offered me 50p/hour more I jumped. After 8 years I became service manager, after 24 years I bought the company along with two of my colleagues. After 8 years things soured (some wanted to get rich quick, not possible and I wanted to build to sell), ended up selling my share to the other two and moving on. Five years later I am back working for the same company, doing my job and going home on time no worries, when my ex-partners tell me their problems with staff and customers I nod my head sagely and say "I know" (sympathetic bastard me) Got 3 great kids all over 30 now with partners I am more than happy with, all doing very well in their lives (much better than I ever did) and with great futures ahead. Oh, got divorced 22 years ago when the ex went a little loopy, not just my view her family think the same and have had little contact with her for years but as we all age they are starting to speak again now. I have had fairly friendly relationship with her throughout.
Me? My real name is Tyler Bronson. 6ft 5", blond hair, muscular. Left home at 5, and joined the circus. After a few stints taming lions, I ended up in the bare-knuckle boxing booths of Billy Smarts. Growing tired of life on the road, at 9 years old, I decided to retrain as a 'copter pilot, and ended up in 'Nam. Inspired by watching Greavsie play his first game for Spurs in a Chelsea shirt, in '57, I tried my hand at professional football, but couldn't hack team sports, so ended up as a Formula Ford racing driver. That's when things really took a weird twist. At 15 years old, a Mary Quant fashion designer spotted the girth of my manhood through my lycra trousers (as I was playing on stage at Wembley during Live Aid) and suggested that I have my penis captured in hardened latex rubber, for the benefit of woman-kind. So was born The Black Mamba (TM). That was in the early 70s. Growing weary of the constant demands of fame, I retired, at 40 years old to a Tibetan monastery in the foothills of the Himalayas, and that's where I've been these last fifteen years. I wouldn't say that my life has been particularly eventful, but I can levitate, and also spin on my erect penis like a compass, my balls pointing magically to magnetic North. Oh, and I have a flat in Moscow.
I'd really like you to tap me on the shoulder one day (even though im only 5, 8 and weigh half your mass) I've seen your videos, i'd make a mockery of you within 20 seconds.
Joined RAF at 17 did 12 years mainly as a police dog handler, had a great time and did lots of interesting things. Left when My first kid coincided with 12 year point. Did my own business training dogs but my heart wasn't in it, did some other office jobs and currently work in a call centre. Should probably have stayed in the RAF but Mrs luv wanted to start her career and she's just a little bit more intelligent than me, that worked out well. Now happy just chilling.
