Well now, picture this: a wee Scottish lad, reared on the windy hilltops of the Highlands, with a father who split his time between cryptic verses and dusty tomes, and a mother with a soft spot for liquid spirits. We were a rugged bunch, fending for ourselves like a pack of wild haggis.

My curious nature, coupled with a knack for piecing together puzzles, led me to engine reconstruction before I even aced my standard grades / GCSEs. And if that doesn't reveal my true vintage, I even taught myself programming during the days when 'online' usually referred to the laundry drying on a clothesline.

I was 18, I've been crafting ASP web applications, back when the internet was just a fledgling cyberspace chick. Off the computer, I built race bikes that'd put greyhounds to shame, all for a local team. Add to that, a solid 15-year stint wrestling with the snakes and ladders of finance automation.

Now, if you’re thinking that’s the end of the road, you’re far from it. I also moonlight as a photographer, an esotericist, a poet, a writer, a memory guru, a hypnotherapist, and if I dare say so myself, a polymath. Oh, and did I mention I own a 'neuro-spectacular' mind? It's like a mental Swiss Army Knife - always making connections in the most unexpected places.

This quirky cognition, however, doesn't do me any favours in the relationship department. It's a bit like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole - doesn't quite click.

But who knows? Maybe you’ll enjoy my eclectic ramblings or find some value in my ponderings. Regardless, I appreciate the time you’ve taken to read my story. And if you find my works worthy of sharing or following, well, I'm honoured. Thanks for stopping by!

Love you, xXx

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Here is that in a wee sonnet...

Upon a hill in Scotland's highland grand, I was raised by a scholar-poet's hand. My mother, with her liquid spirit close, In our self-made home, life's mysteries arose.

Before standard grades adorned my youth, Engines, like puzzles, unveiled truth. And in a world untouched by the web's song, I taught myself to code, to right the wrong.

I've woven ASP into the net's broad quilt, Built bikes that race, in finance, dealt. In photos, verses, memory's keen dance, My divergent mind is given its chance.

In love's domain, I've often missed the mark, Yet in my words, may you find a spark.