Because I am not around here is a post from last year in August.

I’m not a great storyteller, which is a shame as I have a long story to tell. Most of it has been already written, a couple of years ago when I was trying to find out more about everything, but I always say to people that if you have written something you like then you should tell people about it.

Some of what I am going to say might sound pretentious – it’s not meant to – and some of it may sound complete nonsense, but maybe someone reading it will get something out of it. I hope so.

This is part one; I don’t know how many parts there will be, I’ll tell you when I’m finished, honest.

Sometime in 2002 I decided to take a Mensa test; Mensa is an organization for people who score high marks in Mensa tests. I’m not sure why, I think I just wanted to see if I was “clever” in any sort of way, having never been fantastic at school, or having an aptitude for languages, or anything particularly brilliant. Anyway, I took a test and it turned out that I had an IQ of 156, which came as a bit of a shock. “What now?”, I thought.

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