I’m not quite sure what got into me last Friday.
For some reason it just crossed my mind that it might be an idea to put pen to paper [as it were] and give a little insight into how things were when I was growing up. Television seemed as good an idea as any to start with as there is one in front of me as I type. It’s one of those large flat-screen high definition yokes that has access to literally hundreds, if not thousands of channels. It’s rarely used as Herself has a slightly smaller one which we watch. But where it now stands, there was once a 405-line VHF monochrome set with only one clear channel, mono sound and no remote control. How times change?
The little exercise which I inflicted on the world over the last few days is also part of a thought that has been running [rambling?] through my head for a while. There are many things I never asked my father about. I never really quizzed him about his childhood and now all my questions remain unanswered. Will the time come when the Grandkids have the same problem? Will they have questions that I can no longer answer?
It occurred to me to write my biography.
The problem with an autobiography is that nobody would be really desperate enough to read the story of an ordinary[ish] Irish bloke who never did anything famous and whose name doesn’t even appear on Google. It would be for the Grandkids only, and the chances are that they would never read it, so it would be a massive waste of effort.
One solution is to break my life up into segments and write about each. My life could be broken up into a weird sort of overlapping Venn Diagrams such as Pre-18, Post-18 [18 was a significant year], Unmarried, Married, Television, Computers and Retirement. Some of those would be intensely boring but some might have a passing interest. The yokes what I writ in the last four days could be padded out a bit as there were quite a few escapades left out for the sake of brevity.
The Computers chapters would be mainly about my working in the main RTE campus [as distinct from being shifted around in the cable television area]. The problem is that it’s naturally a quasi-technical subject and I would have to work hard to make it interesting enough for even me to read. I do have the advantage that most of the people involved in those years are now dead or senile [or both] so there’s little chance of ending up in court.
So maybe I will give Computers a bash? A handful of you have expressed an interest so maybe it’s worth a try?
There’s fuck all else to write about anyway.