A short poem about spontaneity

I was born in Swindon in 1963, the second child of Walter and Wendy, My early years left little or no impression on the world and I endured the ravages of the 70’s comprehensive system, acquiring just enough education to survive the 80’s. After drifting from punk to biker to hippy to skinhead (literal not ideological) and working variously as a electrician, lorry driver, cable puller, motorcycle courier and Royal Navy steward (SORT YOUR LIFE OUT, TOWSON!), I eventually found myself in Manchester where a man in a pub offered me a job as a Theatre Technician.Twenty five years later I'm living it up in rural Norfolk. Still a Theatre Technician and occasional author.