Notes from a small town boy

Shortly after been posted to  Germany about 93/94 Myself and the fine gentlemen of the Mortar platoon decided to soak up the culture of our new home and headed to the local town of Osnabrück. Osnabrück is  a city in the federal state of Lower-Saxony in north-west Germany. It is situated in a valley penned between the Wiehen Hills and the northern tip of the Teutoburg Fore and has some of the finest eateries Europe had to offer and an amazing collection of museums churches dating back  to the 12th century with its cobbled streets and historic homes it was a true travellers paradise  however as a young soldier we had different ideas of was a good city was we needed a good pub that sold great German Beer. The journey into town was eventful  we had ordered a Taxi  for the 5 of us however the driver was very reluctant to let 4 of us in the back of his cream Mercedes Benz, We  explained to the Taxi driver  that it was o...

How did I end up here hanging of a rope in the Middle East inspecting a safety sling on a Jack up rig.  This is my little trip on this planet with a few laughs along the way with some Kind, amazing people, Strange places, Wonderful sights, awful smells, crazy taxis,   bad grammar,  bad food,  From a loving home in Thornaby on Tees with a great family full of fun laughs to  joining the Army  for 22 years and visiting lovely places along the way such as  Belfast, Canada, Oman, Bosnia, Germany, Afghanistan,  Iraq. and a few other countries with  lots of different bars, funny currency,  Well my story is quite a simple one and for the next few weeks or months I will share this with you and tell you my how I became afraid of heights to working in rope access, NDT inspections and coaching and mentoring rig crews in health and safety .