I do think somewhere along the way that when my brain was put together that certain key synapses were not connected. My memory is extremely bad. It’s planted some obstacles in my life:
I’ve failed practically every exam I’ve ever taken.
I forget peoples names, sometimes seconds after I’ve met them. And often because I can’t remember their names I avoid them so they think I’m rude. Somebody once told me a trick to help remember names which has you reply very firmly “nice to meet you Ken”, so that it locks the name in your head. It never works with me, I just ended up sounding like a car salesman.
I’m chaotic and frustrating to be about because I forget to do things people ask me.
On more than one occasion I have lost my car. Once in Colchester where I had to enlist a taxi driver to drive me round until I saw it.
But there are also some advantages of having a terrible memory:
I can watch a film 6 month after watching it for the first time and be completely gripped by it, unable to recall the ending.
I can read a favourite book many times over safe in the knowledge that most of the facts are buried somewhere in the back of my head in a little unreachable corner. My favourite for this is Storm from the East which is all about the rise to power of Genghia Khan. In my opinion it’s one of the best business books you can read.
And finally, i can read my own book and feel like its been written by someone else. A peculiar feeling.
I do remember that I had set my self a pretty tight schedule to finish the book and the last quarter could have been slightly punchier. Or it could be that now 5 years older my style has matured a little. Whatever the excuse I’m continuing to give the book a polish before I upload it.