I was determined to become an artist since my first competition win when I was five or six but attending art college for four years got that out of my system. After college and with no idea of what I wanted to do, and since I had an interest in bikes and had some Saturday part time experience I got a 'temporary' job in a bike shop. Which lasted for over twenty years! Eventually got so fed-up with the rubbish wages that I retrained as a plumber, hated it and then, thankfukc, landed this job.
Might take up painting when I retire though.
Ma Fether never forgave me for not 'getting a trade' or joining the 'services', which was odd because he had never forgiven his Fether from forcing him to do both rather than let him attend art school. But then he was an arse.