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I was delighted to be asked back on the āšš¼š šš¼ ššæš¼š š® šš š¢ā podcast recently, talking about my early life, and it hit me ā my career path reads like a rejected sci-fi plot:
šš°š š: š§šµš² ššš»š“šæš šš¼š¼šøšš¼šæšŗ š Picture teenage me in Cardiff, pocketing lunch money to buy Frank Herbert and Isaac Asimov novels. My mum thought I was eating. I was actually consuming alternate universes. (Sorry, Mum!)
šš°š š®: š§šµš² šš¹š²š°ššæš¶š³šš¶š»š“ š ššš¶š°š¶š®š» ā” Decided to combine my love of music with electronics. Built my own synth. Got a massive electrical shock. Lesson learned: Maybe stick to the pre-built keyboards. Also learned: Man vs Machine is more exciting when the machine doesn't try to kill you.
šš°š šÆ: š§šµš² š£šæš¼š“ š„š¼š°šø š„š²šš²š¹š®šš¶š¼š» šø Discovered Rush's "A Farewell to Kings" ā this mind-blowing, theatrical masterpiece that transported me to mystical worlds far away from grey suburban Wales. Years later found out it was recorded just 40 miles from my home. So much for escapism. š
šš°š š°: š§šµš² šš®šæš²š²šæ š£š¹š¼š š§šš¶šš š¼ After uni: "I never want to solder another microchip or program assembly code again!" Also me: immediately goes into tech sales. The pull of long-term marketing however lured me away from the hamster wheel of monthly quotas. Been translating tech into human ever since.
The punchline? That science-fiction-obsessed, synth-building, lunch-skipping creative scientist kid who got career advice from "whoever I sat next to in class" ended up leading marketing in companies from startups to Microsoft.
Oh, and the person who gave me my first break? Bumped into them years later. They didn't remember me. š¤·āāļø
Sometimes the best careers aren't planned ā they're improvised like a prog rock keyboard solo. Just try not to electrocute yourself along the way!
For more, listen here (BTW host Alastair has the perfect podcast voice. I, however, sound like iām ingesting Helium š):