Hi there! My name is Davy, I have worked in the Oil & Gas Industry for more years than I want to remember.

Welcome to my blog.

I’m not sure where we will end up on this journey, but my hope is that we will all get a laugh out of it, I intend to tell stories about the things I’ve seen and done, places I’ve been, and people I’ve met along the way! It all sounds like bollocks, but it’s been a laugh 

Firstly, you need to know that I am way outside my comfort zone, I don’t do people, and my daughter is already in a state of shock that I have even started this. But here we are…..

I was told I needed to write about the things I am passionate about, be entertaining, and make people want to read what I have to say.

To be honest (and I think I am going to be, or it’s not worth writing this) the only thing I have been passionate about in my life is finding a way to stop doing what I do.

You see, I come from a quaint little village in the North called Middlesbrough, my mother was a teacher and had high hopes, but deep down she knew there was no hope. I was a dreamer (what do you mean “was”) so, at 17 I decided to jump on my XT500 and see the world… I ended up in Scunthorpe as a pipefitter, on a weekend I would go and watch the stinking trawlers offload fish guts in Grimsby. 

I had arrived.

But I don’t want to spoil future scribblings, that was 45 years ago and we have a lot to talk about.

Outside of my desperate attempts to escape living out of a suitcase I have managed to grow interests in Ducati’s and flying, no, not at the same time, though they are quick, they can’t manage that.

I learned to fly while working in Alabama, this venture wasn’t long after the Twin Towers met an untimely end, and, on one of my lessons I turned up at the flight school to find five men in black suits waiting for me, at first I thought it was some undertakers hoping for some rough landings, turns out I was under investigation for learning to fly with the wrong visa. Due to the attacks on the towers, and the fact that they had learned to fly in the USA, they were checking all students and schools. I had the wrong papers, and they went through the flight school to let me take lessons, but it all ended well, they let me continue, but I had to promise to stay away from big buildings. Oh, and remind me to tell you about the near miss I had, that one required a shower and a laundry bill.

What else to say in this intro….

I suppose a word on why I’ve started this off. I’ve always loved telling stories about what I’ve seen, so I thought I would see if I can write about it and make me sound like an interesting person, failing that I’ll just start making it up….

Maybe, as I go along, you will relate to some of my ramblings, or maybe my tales of travels will get a laugh and brighten us both up as I try and remember where I’ve been, I’m at 46 countries at the time of going to press (never thought I would get to write that) some I would love to go back to, others I wouldn’t even send my mother in laws to, well, maybe one of them (no, not you – the other one).

I hope this gives you a taste of where we might end up next time you’re here!

Thanks for reaching the end, and hopefully see you soon.

Cheers

Davy