I was born at a very early age in Rochdale, Lancashire, England. Despite being kidnapped and forcibly-removed from the town by the vibrant young woman who later became my poor downtrodden wife, I returned in 2007 to live somewhere a bit posher than my roots, and with good education prospects for my 1st daughter. But mainly to avoid being shot at.
I entered this world in a hospital that effectively no longer exists, in a town now no longer possessing a hospital with Maternity or Accident & Emergency units. My primary & junior school was demolished after its dereliction became dangerous. My middle school was also demolished and is now the site of the town’s cricket & lacrosse clubs and a number of business units. My upper school is still in existence and is undergoing a resurgence in effectiveness – which might be useful when my daughters are old enough to attend it.
My first employer’s business folded, was (you guessed it) demolished, its site sold for redevelopment and is currently (2013) derelict. My second employer is still in business. My third employer folded to be replaced, confusingly, by my first. My current employer (also my second) is doing just fine.
I drove past the new Rochdale Technical College for the first time, during February 2014. Being unaware of the scope of the site's redevelopment I was somewhat unprepared for the car park that had replaced the Engineering/trades block of the campus...
It occasionally seems to me that my past is being, as in a low-budget science fiction film, airbrushed from history. It’s enough to get me thinking about my future, especially knowing the potential for being confused for my daughters’ granddad is increasing daily.
I’m a mechanical engineer, working for my entire career in the rubber & plastics processing industry. So, you could say that I’ve worked in rubber for most of my life...