You're a nosy little f@cker aren't you?
On this occasion I will however concede if only to shut you up and prove to you what a miserable judge of character you are.
I was a computer programmer trained in the 70s in Palo Alto by Commodore. I was one of a handful of young guys that had those skills at the time. Commodore sent me to the Gulf in the 70s to help set up operations there (Ajman, Sharjah and Abu Dhabi mainly) . The Gulf led to Pakistan that led to Bahrain that led to Cypress that led to Geneva that led to Costa Rica - and that's the short story. I eventually got fed up living on a plane and ended up in Milan to meet an old Italian girlfriend I had met on a Mediterranean cruise going out of Piraeus a couple of years earlier.
One Wednesday night I was bored and called an old friend in Luton I had worked with in the Gulf and invited him over to Milan for the weekend. We decided to take the night train from Milan to Marseille on the Friday - for no particular reason other than to see Marseille (famous in films at the time).
We arrived at St Charles about 8am from memory and went down to the port for breakfast. From there we headed up the port to see what looked like an old fortress.
On arrival a guy with a white kepi was standing there who told us it was the FFL.
I had nothing better to do, so I gave my friend my gear and walked through the gates.
That's why and how I joined.
I'm still an electronics engineer and hardware coder and I run 3 companies in that field. It's probable that you use at least one of my inventions on a daily basis. My speciality is age-related, mental health, and physical disability health care.
Right - that's my cock on the table.
Time for you to drop your drawers and let me see your muff. I'm not expecting much to be honest, but I hope it looks something like an unkempt jungle. Nothing worse than a mature woman having a fudd that looks like a 13 year old pubescent.
Have a good life.