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Roger Martin is a 28 year old man (in 2003 anyway) who has recently under gone a remarkable change in career direction. Prior to the fourth of July 2003 he was all set to become a cold hearted executive barracuda in the world of business 2 business construction sales and at an early age he had already achieved some remarkably Dark Side results. For instance, back in the gloomy days of the Foot and Mouth outbreak he sold the liquefaction proof liner that went into the mass animal grave at Throckmorton. He also secured and supervised the contract to supply all of the building materials for the repaving of Hanley in Stoke-on-Trent and it has not escaped his notice that Stoke was recently voted the worst place to live in the UK. Since experiencing his own very personal Independence Day he has become a freelance writer and reviewer of SF stories or any other genre involving Space that might come his way. He is noticeably poorer but a much happier man. Needless to say that as with all the best stories of redemption a very pretty girl was involved. At the time of writing he is currently discovering that adjectives are quite important and that adverbs are not exactly what he thought they were. His stories are getting better because of this re-education though and so he labours on, humbly hoping that one of them might even make a little money. Until that happens he is not averse to accepting charity. If you have any insightful words of wisdom, or even food parcels he can be reached at: r_alvan_martingb@hotmail.com PS. You are not your job.
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