A Brief History of Time James Marriott

[! HIDDEN !] - Fell from heaven

Was born on a Farm in Hengrave, Suffolk. Moved to a farm in Pitsea, Essex approximately 3 years later.


1980 - 1992*

Moved to [! HIDDEN !] (I did fall from heaven!), after 18 months moved to [! HIDDEN !], attended(?) [! HIDDEN !] Secondary School - now rather pretentiously called "The [! HIDDEN !] School".


1992 - 1995

Studied Electrical Engineering at [! HIDDEN !], worked for Trebor Bassetts (as in the sweets), bought my first motorbike, a Honda CB125T.


1995 - 2000

Really boring time, working for various companies, bought my second motorbike -a Honda CB400F, moved out of parents house and back again.


2000 - 2005

Bought my first home, passed the full motorcycle test, bought my third bike -a Honda CB900F (a theme is developing here), started my own company (J Marr Web Designs), wrote all this bollocks, bought my forth and current bike - A Yamaha (yes honestly) FZR1000.


2005

My mum died in May. Back to college studying Employment Law (yawn).


2006

Turned [! HIDDEN !]. Went skiing for the first time (French Alps). Absolutely loved it so will be going again next year. Renamed the company to "NBM Web Designs". Changed to night shifts at work. Some bint wrote my car off. Bought a car I have wanted for years, a Mondeo ST24 Saloon. Got to ride a Honda Fireblade, Yamaha R1, Aprilla RSV FActory and a Moto Guzzi Griso. Met Sandra.


2008

Got Married to Sandra.

Website Developing became a full-time occupation.

Got a 6 month driving ban.

Little Known (Dull) Facts

I'm being brave here and divulge some of the more personal things about me.

Closet Ginger: It's getting better. Up until the age of about eight I was platinum blonde but now have dark brown hair. In the summer my hair develops a distinct ginger tinge but even this is now much less noticable. My bristles still have a redness about them. The only hairs that are still a dead give-away are the old short and curlys but thankfully not that many get to see them.

Veritgo: I suffer from vertigo. I'm not afraid of heights, that's called 'acrophobia' and is, as it's name suggests, a phobia (not to be confused with 'agrophobia'). Vertigo is a condition where-by the suffer feels dizzy when at any height and has a sense of being pulled over the edge. It's a problem to do with balance. It does, in a way make me afraid of heights but in reality I'm afraid of the feeling. If I feel safe I have no problem looking over edges and scaling great heights except ladders. I never feel safe going up a ladder.