Now some of you have asked where did the Bimbo Man come from
and what is he made of; water mostly and traces of whisky; so a light potted history.
Born on the Dark Continent some half a century ago. Cool early years travelling in the back of my
old man’s pickup around the continent in between boring education. At 10, the wrath of boarding school. As it was the done thing, at 12 got shipped
out of the colonies to almighty England for refined education. More boarding school. Ran off for a bit to travel the world, got
caught, slapped and back into the boarding regiment. The A levels and Uni swiftly followed –
engineering I am afraid became the career path.
First job in the railway industry, building and delivering
track maintenance machines, travelled around Europe. It was then off to the space industry and
ended up in South America with the European space program. Few years there and then joined a naughty
army doing naughty things. Surprised I am
still alive. Joined the oil industry,
south east Asia first and then the North Sea.
Got a few joint patents here, pat on the back. Somewhere along the way came marriage and
kids. Stability set in, start working in
a sort of bank, advising on project funding on infrastructure projects.
Head hunted to the telecoms industry, fibre optic
trans-continental cables to ring the globe.
Got a few joint patents here too, pat on the back again. Some 25,000 km later, a break to go back to
school. This was not a good decision,
but a MBA later, back into a sort of bank, this time looking for disruptive
technologies and funding these. Then
came the boom. Head hunted by a sort of
insurance company with lots of cash to deliver real estate investments. On came the travelling boots. Built, delivered and set up many assets
globally. Enjoyed the industry so stuck
with it.
Now work for a really cool multidisciplinary practice in
delivering projects to a variety of clients.
The BIMBO MAN what conceived here.
So the history is potted and let the future begin.
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