Ian Peter Nelson, born in the post-war baby boom in 1947 in the South West of Scotland and fed on carrots and National Health Service Dried Milk Powder until he was 10 years old.
Born too late for National Service thus has only fought in Imaginary Wars which suits his pacifist nature. After a wandering has settled and retired to very near the West Coast to fouter with broken musical instruments and commit to writing stories. I’m close enough to hear the waves crashing on the shores but it just might be the onset of tinnitus because none of my neighbours can hear it.
I enlisted at Strathclyde University in Glasgow as a mature student aged 50 and to get rid of me they issued a certificate saying I had a Bachelor of Arts Degree. Strangely a degree in Scottish Studies also includes, Spanish, Italian, Economics, Politics, Psychology and Transport Geography as well as Scottish and Irish History and Gaelic Language and Culture. Much good it did me.
I have on my computer FIVE unfinished stories so hopefully I’m now inspired to complete and publish them.
I spend a lot of my time playing guitar and singing, mostly jamming for free but just now and then somebody's daft enough to pay me.
My great unrealised ambition is to be a Proper Street Busker (Musician). I have already had a spell as a Glasgow City Tourist Guide on Open-Top Buses and Old Red Routemasters (London style buses of the 50s and 60s). Slainge mhath!