Ok, born June 1981 as the only child to Ralph and Sue Roberts…
Grantham Maternity Ward on a very hot day, so hot that it caused my Dad’s motorbike stand to sink into the tarmac and trash his new bike. I sure know how to make an entrance…
In 2011 I turn 30, I’d love to say it’s not been a big deal but it has. I made a LOT of mistakes growing up and now it’s starting to take affect, particularly financially. I had my own house at 21, mainly because in a decision between me and my parents it seemed like a good idea, and not necessarily that it was a good idea for me. I had no idea on finances then and hadn’t even been worrying about rent as mum and dad had always helped out and I paid it per term so finances on a monthly basis never really worried me. I missed one payment, panicked and stuck my head in the sand. 2 years later I was remortaging to save my ass and house then 2 years later I didn’t even bother to fight it. Lost everything and had to start again.
3 weeks after that I broke my leg and ended up with nowhere to live, hardly any mates, mum and dad abroad… All I had was my beautiful boy, Bernie - who’s a border terrier - a ticket to salvation for Christmas in Cornwall.
Skip forward a few years and you’d find me unemployed in a relationship I hated but felt I had nowhere to go.
Now, enter Annie McCarthys… I’ve been a DJ for a long long time, mainly getting drunk playing crazy music and never having to grow up - it was awesome btw… At the time I was working 1 or maybe 2 nights a week in shitty jobs that I hated and in venues that were decidedly worrying. One of the last nights I worked in one particular pub led me to having some horrible bastard with his hand around my throat after a case of mistaken identity. Wonderful eh?
So yeah, Annie’s… February 2009 my girlfriend at the time got a call from the owner who had been dropped in it for a dj. Could I get down to the pub asap because he wants me to work. I went and the venue grew and grew and I got more and more hours.
After a short time I was up to 4 nights a week in Annie’s and loving it.
I’d been with my girlfriend at the time for nearly 4 years. We were growing further and further apart until it got to the point we hardly spoke. We’d finally got out of her parents house - which was a horrible place to live - the mother is a bit of a nut occassionally. One day i’m sure the new years eve will come up… anyhoo…
We were living in a shitty little basement that I hated more than anything. It was horrendous just waiting for someone to try and break in… So instead of being at home I was spending a lot of time at work and using every excuse to be out of the house away from her.
I started getting closer and closer to a lass called Alice at work, bit scandalous because she was a lot younger than me. We started up a band, which never got anywhere, not even a proper practice. It was just all these little excuses to spend more time together and before I knew it I was getting strange feelings which could only be described as being in love.
I was desperate to not feel that way as I was in a relationship already, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was heading off on holiday to Italy to visit my Mum and Dad with my girlfriend so I decided to tell her at the airport that the holiday was make or break. Needless to say it was break.
We got back and after a lot of arguing and a lot of heartache we split up. I will be writing my side very soon…
This left me free to be with Alice and although we tried to keep it under wraps, it was impossible. We were (and still are) crazy about eachother. We were together by July 2009, engaged by December 2009, married in December 2010.
Whirlwind, but the most amazing person I’ve ever met and it was an incredible change in my life. A change for the better for sure!
Anyhoo, that brings us close to being up to date, also I’m bored of typing now too so I’m offskis…