If I'd made the right choices when I sorted out my A levels (instead of trying to p*ss off my father), I'd be doing something in nursing, but that wasn't really an option for Geordie boys in the seventies. Come to think of it, me as matron would have p*ssed him off too... Ah well...
I've worked in a bookshop, been a telephone counsellor, home care worker, social worker. I've been a production knitter, taught machine knitting, knitted bespoke sweaters and have had designs commissioned by magazines. I've been doorman/bouncer at a gay bar, had pornographic stories published in a legit anthology (you could buy it at Waterstones etc), did I.T. for the company who owned the bar and ended up editing one of their magazines (no, you couldn't buy it at Waterstones' and, yes, I did write most of the personal adverts myself, as well as the rest of the magazine. Wish I still had the files...).
These days my health precludes work. It's a grim co-incidence that my remaining dog can walk about as far as I can (she has arthritis, I have lipodystrophy), which isn't very far when I think of how I used to go hiking with the dogs. I fill my days by knitting (at a much slower pace than I used to), caring for Princess B'Elana, Queen of the F***ing Universe, reading, studying Tarot, doing what I can to help my neighbours (I live in reserved (elderly and/or disabled) housing).
I hope to get back to knitting more this summer, maybe even publish a few designs, to finally get myself to Welsh classes where I should have been four years ago: now that the village shop has closed I don't have the excuse of learning by listening because without the shop we hardly ever see each other any more. I've struggled to glance through the lace curtain in front of the window of Welsh poetry and it is so beautiful; the language gives itself over to poetry so easily.
And I'm looking forward to 2012 because that's the 25th anniversary of finding out that I have HIV.
Horrible as it sounds, there aren't many in the country who've survived HIV as long as I have: I'm up for any project trying to find out the difference between slow progressors like me and fast progressors. I'm equally as up for any project trying to establish how HIV and/or the antiretrovirals cause high blood pressure and hypo/hyperglycaemic and cholesterol chaos.
And as long as my feet allow me to stand up in the kitchen I intend to be experimenting with new recipes...
Steve