Off the Rails

When my wife left me taking our three daughters I lost the will to do anything. In the event I lost more than just my immediate family; the bank repossesed our house and I ended up living back with my parents.

All of a sudden I had no interest in computers or much else for that matter, but a couple of things happened that brought me out of this depressed state.

First of all I was offered a job as a straight forward labourer on a building site, and I jumped at the opportunity. At the end of the day I was physically tired as opposed to mentally tired, which I had been previously used to.

Then I was invited to travel to Denmark, all expenses paid, to sell chewing gum remover. A friend of mine who was a chemist had invented a chemical that removed chewing gum from street pavements, and I visited a potential customer in Denmark on his behalf.

Flush with success (the customer signed a deal to buy copious amounts of the chemical), I revisted Denmark with a suitcase full of ladies underwear manufactured by a company in Nuneaton that wanted to get into the european market.

After that I got a job that involved travelling the length and breathe of the UK selling display stands and cards with rubber bands, hair clips, pencils, rubbers and anything else you can think of.

Whilst working for this company I met a young lady and we decided one weekend to leave the UK and everything else behind us. We left our company cars and stock with a friend of mine and headed for Victoria coach station in London; which eventually led me on the Road to Gibraltar.