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I'm Martin Foskett — Gen X to the core, born in the early seventies and forged under the twitchy shadow of the Cold War. I've never been workshy. I've worked in removals, retail, earthmoving machinery, and freelance photojournalism, including night shifts. Everything I believe has come from lived experience, not textbooks or second-hand theories.
I'm not an academic, and I don't pretend to be. I do what I do because I love it. If it resonates with others, that's a bonus — but it's not the goal. I could chase trends, tap the algorithm, churn out clickbait. But I can't do it. Morally, it sticks in the throat. One of the biggest drivers behind all this? My kids. Their endless questions — about history, politics, war, human nature, you name it — pushed me to think deeper, to articulate what I'd learned the hard way. If they were curious, I figured others might be too. And if I didn't document some of this now, it might get lost in the noise. So I write what fascinates me—the forgotten corners, the grey areas, the uncomfortable truths that deserve preserving. My compass is simple: if I like it, I can't be the only one who does. These days, I juggle a full-time career, steer my family through the daily chaos, and build my own company from the ground up. I thrive on movement and meaning. This site is where those two collide. Welcome to the chaos. Pull up a chair. |