Me? Oh thought you'd never ask! well I was a rebel as a kid, never went to school (unless it was art) so consequently found myself underqualified for any job other than factory work/petrol pump attendant (remember those days?) so I gave up and dropped out, punk rock, living in a squat, drugs etc.. went off to the states, married a cuban in Miami, ended up in Cal. Come home did a year in college (art & design) then started looking for work, had a painting exhibition in Greenwich, carried on looking for work, courier, bikes, vans ect. My girlfriends bro was a windy, carried around 2-3 wooden ladders at any time on his shoulder and worked like a demon, and had cash!! then the penny dropped, no boss, have a day as and when, so I teamed up with a west Indian mate and called ourselves zebra cleaning, he dropped out and became an art teacher, I brought his half of the round. In between then and now I have had three falls, so WFP came along, cheap trolley (fell apart) nissan van kitted out (stolen, stripped and burnt) brought another, sold it to the mate who carried three wooden ladders, and now Ive got a long wheel based traffic, 900 litre jobby, Gardiner lite weight poles, couple of honey pot websites, missus goes out once a week to canvas (legs and eyelashes) living in a four bed detached rent/mortgage free. working partime, wishing I was an artist!!