I used to be an Engineer, then I got better.
Unfortunately the manufacturing industry I was in stayed sick and proceeded to die, which is unfortunate.
In the meantime a return to the hallowed halls of higher degrees saw me re-branded and increasingly learned as a cognitive scientist and getting paid to think about thinking and in particular how it goes wrong.
Such a profession should enable enjoyable employment through quite a number of reincarnations given the historic human track record for poor thinking.
Good thinking comes at a price, a price we can negotiate over a glass of South Australian red.
However, in the meantime such a profession has to compete with sporting interests, artistic endeavors and organising a Thinking and Drinking Meet-up group where I am regularly accused of talking way too much. Not crap, people assure me, just too much.
I blame 5UV where I talked far too little and didn’t play alternative enough music, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.
Nigel the ‘mystery man’
There is also another life under a pseudonym which I leave for the dear reader to discover, un-enthralling as it may be, which has however led to an international notoriety as a person of (undeserved IMHO) evil machinations, a penchant for mind destroying puzzles and at least four unfortunate hospital admissions by ‘friends’.
And numerous near misses.
Some might say a Renaissance Man, others have mentioned a walking Google.
Some might say born 600 years too late when generalists are a dead breed.
Just don’t ask any questions about contemporary sport, I haven’t the faintest idea.