I was born in Germany and lived in Singapore, Hong Kong, Yorkshire, Eastbourne, London, Dayton OH, and Suffolk.
As I moved a lot with work, I started but never completed an education until I was 40. I have
- 1/2 degree on Computer Science
- 1/2 degree in Theatre, Acting and Stage Mgt
- 1/2 MBA
- and a BSc in Osteopathy
I spent 40 years in the computer industry, initially for NCR Ltd and for the last 20 years for my own company, eventricity Ltd.
I am now retired. My interests are in climate change, ecology, MotoGP, reading, etc.
I thought I would also tell you that I have written a book.
It is a history of my father, Giles Holtom’s life. He was a member of the Royal Army Veterinary Corps.
Giles told me and my brothers these wild, and exciting stories, sitting at the dinner table. I believed them because, well, I was 7, and he was my dad. It was only in later life, that I realised their inherent lack of believability. So it was down to me to investigate the details of his life and places he visited
He visited 46 countries, before British Airways existed and could take you there. Mostly he got there by walking or hitching, on trains, boats and lorries. Sometimes he rode there on camels, donkeys or yaks.
Amongst other places, he was in Austria when it was partitioned, Egypt during the fight for independence, and Malaya and Burma during the communist uprisings.
He was behind the iron curtain (at least) twice, and arrested as a spy (by the Americans).
He was court martialled and awarded a medal from the same action.
Throughout all of this, he was followed by people he called ‘men in grey coats’ - meaning military intelligence.
At the same time, one person, throughout his army career, was actively trying to get him killed, or at least badly hurt.
There were just so many questions. How is it that he spoke fluent Arabic? What ever happened to the baby elephant he got me? Why did so many strange, uninvited people turn up at his funeral?
You can find the answer to these and other questions, by reading the book.
"Going to Work on a Yak"