The English have a real knack of asking predictable questions, you know the sort of thing, people asking where you live, about your last holiday, what you do for a job. There are those who ask simply because they can’t for the life of them think of anything else to say, and then there are those for who the question is a carefully laid trap. There you go chatting on about the drudgery of teaching year 5 chemistry, and just as you get to the “Oh well it pays the bills” bit ‘bang’ the trap is sprung, and you spend the next 20 minutes listening to this twat prattle on about the stress of city banking, or his next share option, blah, blah, blah… Well not me, Oh no, out I come with it, “I run dating sites online”, always gets the eyes popping that one, the follow up, “I also lecture part-time at university”, and, “ I’m in the TA, Afghanistan? Yes I got back in 2010, my age then? – Oh 44”, our city banker is now in full rabbit in headlights mode not knowing quite where to turn. Friends are convinced it’s all down to my sense of humor, the wife knows differently, I mean how the hell to you tell people you’re an ‘artist’ and keep a straight face.

I’m a time rich artist and blogger who lives with his wife in Devon, lecturing in University means I have a summer of opportunities, wonder what they’ll bring me this year?

After an interesting life, a recent tour to Afghanistan at 44 lets just say I have a fresh outlook on life now This blog is all about me documenting where that new outlook will take me as for the first time in my life I decide to kick the trend and for once stick to that one thing I have any real talent for, my art.

So many of us show talent for so many things that we then ignore because we somehow think that we should always hunt the cash and the job security, but what happens when you have nothing, when the kids have grown up and you finally realize – ‘life is no rehearsal’….