I've been here long enough, I should really do this.
The name's Robert, but I don't (usually) send hitmen round to folks who call me Rob. I'm a Yorkshireman at heart, even though I've lived in Scotland for sixteen, nearly seventeen, years. I am eighteen years old, and currently to be found studying Naval Architecture and Marine Engineering at Strathclyde. Saying that, I'm probably going to specialise in Naval Architecture instead.
Ideally, I'd like to go into naval architecture as a design consultant, or possibly work for the Ministry of Defence in a similar capacity. If you see ships being propelled by steam turbines again, that may very well be mine. In the interim, I have a part-time job as a lifeguard. It isn't nearly as glamourous as people seem to think, but it pays better than bar or restaurant work.
My interests include ships, aircraft, history (particularly, but not solely, military history), skiing, hillwalking and sailing. Of the latter two, I do very little, and would just embarrass myself if I tried anything serious. I also enjoy writing, and I've knocked out more than a couple of poems in my time. Mostly diabolical, but they came from the heart.
Gabrielle, don't fret about being the only woman; Commodore Green's wife is registered as Lady Green, though she hasn't said anything for a long time. Also, most of my friends are female, and I think it's rubbed off on me to an extent. No, I'm not gay, but I do have a soft spot for chick flicks, and I occasionally really confuse folks by agreeing when a girl comments on a hot guy. Go figure, I'm just a bit odd.