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MARC JOHN DYLAN THOMAS
A BIOGRAPHY
Marc was born in June 1957, in Cornwall to Welsh parents. His father was an officer in the Royal Navy; his Mother a fiery naval officer\'s wife, soon to have five children to cope with following the birth of his brother. At the age of five, he was sent away to boarding school, and managed to survive a further twelve years in varying regimes, from the bizarre to the just plain ridiculous.
His early memories are of sailing, mountain climbing, matrons, strange teachers, more sailing, absentee parents and a general terror of anyone wearing a skirt.
In September 1974, he begged his father to release him from incarceration. He obliged, and announced that he had been appointed Naval Attache, Buenos Aires, Argentina. Did he want to join them, or stay and sit A levels? He joined them, along with his sister Michelle and brother John.
Pulling away from the Genoa quayside, watching the band playing and the ship’s horn sounding low and long was a seminal moment in his life. Arriving in Buenos Aires, the romantic way and the two years that followed, finally opened his eyes to the world around him. The experience left an indelible mark on him and he witnessed, first hand, a military coup d\'etat, was almost the victim of a kidnap attempt, became a gaucho, fell for various young ladies and later on found his childhood sweetheart who would become the love of his life.
He returned to England by cargo ship in the Autumn of 1976 and fell to earth with a bump. His shaky career began as a gardener tending plots next to a graveyard, inspecting colour televisions, then rising to the dizzy ranks of technical clerk at a Portsmouth factory, inspecting torpedoes. At the time of course, he wasn\'t to know that maybe one of those same torpedoes would be launched to sink the General Belgrano in the Falklands conflict three years later. He\'s still not sure if it was one of those. It was just a job.
For the next few years he sold container space for a number of North Atlantic shipping lines, briefly married, became the father of a beautiful daughter, sold medical implants, pensions and life assurance, lost his way, sailed a bit, got divorced and in 1988 happened upon a killer product, lying unexploited in a medical warehouse in Swindon.
With his new wife Susan, they developed a successful medical business, which they ran as a team for the next thirteen years, finally selling up in 2001.
In their wooden sloop, he sailed, in August 2002 to Spain via the Bay of Biscay and Gibraltar to a new life in the Catalan countryside. He almost enrolled in German classes, but decided to write a book instead.
He lives in a different country now, writes a lot, dreams of the rolling hills of Wales and England and secretly plans new adventures to far off lands.
He believes he may now settle down at last.