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Very interesting thread, I'm not sure I agree that your weakness is women though, I think Charlotte is very safe, you just rather like Rachel Riley's arse....which is perfectly natural.
I'm Chris, obviously, I've met, worked with, crashed on sofas of most of the regular (UK based) posters to this board, only BK has escaped my grasp, twice I've been supposed to meet him and he's escaped.
I was born in Norfolk, luckily with the correct amount of fingers of toes before anyone asks, but have spent most of my life trying, unsuccessfully, to escape from deepest, ruralist Lincolnshire with its safe Tory seats, BNP undertones and general air of inbreeding.
Being an absolute smegging genius obviously I was always destined to win a place at the local Grammar School, which I reputedly did by getting precisely one point over the required pass grade....this has pretty much set the tone for everything I've done with the rest of my life, just about doing enough to avoid trouble.
After getting decentish grades for GSCE (all A*-B) and A-levels, despite not doing a single day's revision, I applied for the same university as my 2 best friends, about a week before the deadline, because actually planning stuff ahead of time to do what's best for me isn't in my nature apparently.
I cruised through University doing as little work and as much drinking as I could without getting thrown out of University or into A&E.
Like Tony I was also destined to be an RAF pilot, I'd been flying gliders since I was 14, flew solo on my 16th birthday, flew in the national championships at 19, was accepted into the University Air Squadron after getting the highest possible grade on the RAF pilot aptitude tests at OASC Cranwell, all I had to do was graduate and say yes when asked if I wanted my place.
Unfortunately it was around this time (about 6 months after the Iraq war starting) that I had the first symptoms of what has since developed into full-blown commie pinko leftie socialist hippie liberal wanker disease, and I decided I was no longer sure I wanted to be the guy pulling the trigger at people who just seemed justifiably pissed off at us for invading their country.
Post graduation I got a job in sales/marketing after lying that I knew how to use Photoshop, a lie I successfully covered by basically staying about a day ahead of the boss' son's knowledge for the first month, thank god for internet tutorials.
After 2 years in this job I was in charge of sales, as well as doing all of the photography and designing of all the company's marketing and sales promo materials......whilst being paid just about enough to buy one pretty girl a week a nice enough dinner to keep me happy.
I also owned a 350D by this point, which 9 months later was joined by a 30D and 24-70L and I decided I enjoyed photographing enough that it had to be worth a shot, I couldn't be earning less I thought.....how naive we youth can be.......
The rest of this is pretty predictable, one day a friend with no money asked me to do their wedding etc etc
I enjoyed the wedding, and in 2008 I did my first advert putting my name out to the world of engaged people looking to only spend £200 on their photos.
I had also resigned from my job after they tried to force cold-calling businesses on me, my combination of crippling shyness with strangers and headstrong stubbornness with those I do know made it inevitable that I would quit when asked to do this.
So here I am, 2 cameras and a couple of L lenses, putting my name out there with about £3 spare cash to my name, starting a new business within a week of the biggest recession in 80 years happening.
I've essentially eeked out a modest living ever since, never having enough spare cash to actually do the advertising campaigns I'd like or upgrade the equipment I kinda need to.
This year was my worst year in business, I'm not entirely sure how I made it through, but somehow (mostly by second shooting for Beckett) I did, and have actually started to have things pick up for 2013, I've got more weddings booked for next year than I ever have had almost a year ahead of the season before, I'm starting to feel slightly optimistic.
There's also the story of how I met Kady which I will let others tell as they've all added their own hyperbolic interpretations which are far more interesting than the facts.