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About the author part 2

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Everard's mother Kathleen at Avon Beach in June or July 1988

My old mum in 1988

The world ended when my mother died in December 1995. (New books I had bought her and Xmas tree decorations that she had owned from childhood were stolen from her room in the nursing home during those last days.)

See her Charcoal drawings, Holloway College, about 1937.

Three years later, I completed the degree that I had returned to university for in the autumn. My final year project was a feasibility study of using a helmet-mounted display (so-called virtual reality) for hang glider collision avoidance training.

Cover page (with photo by Bob Ormiston) of Everard's final year project report

Cover page (with photo by Bob Ormiston) of my final year project report

At Ringstead in 1997 with the fin from Everard's experimental wing retrofitted to the TRX)

At Ringstead in 1997 (notice the fin from my 1979 experimental wing retrofitted to the TRX)

One time, after one of my hang glider crashes, my left arm swelled to twice its normal diameter and I could barely move it. I waited for an hour in the casualty department while lots of people sat around chatting like it was some kind of social club. They were clearly not emergency cases. Meanwhile, a small child was crying in real pain (not like reflex crying just to get attention) and her mother was in increasing distress about it, but she was left in the queue just waiting. I got up and left in disgust.

I went to work as a technical author for a helicopter-related software house. One incident that might have contributed to me being laid off just short of a year later, despite being hailed as the most productive individual there, is a long-standing problem we have endured as a family. Whenever there was a high profile murder or similar, often I or my brother was interviewed by the police. (They have to follow up every lead, no matter how unlikely it is.) A lady television presenter was shot dead in 2000 (or about then). I had never heard of her, but a bunch of armed police turned up at that workplace to interview me. We used to be certain who was carrying out this campaign, but that individual had died by then, so we had been blaming the wrong person all those years. It strikes me as a continuation, from school days, of the hatred that provincial Brits have for those they categorize as ‘London intellectuals.’

I then worked as a manual labourer for the new UK national minimum wage (£4.10 per hour) in a machine shop. In World War 2 they made troop-carrying gliders there and, during the 1960s, Sea Vixen jet fighters. However, by the turn of the century, the place was relegated to making cast iron wheels for airport and railway station trolleys, and fittings for joining scaffolding poles together.

Al Alsing, a machinist at Manta, from their advert in Glider Rider, June 1980

Al Alsing, a machinist at Manta, from their advert in Glider Rider, June 1980. Reprinted courtesy Light Sport and Ultralight Flying magazine.

I don’t have a photo from the machine shop, but the environment in this photo, taken at hang glider manufacturer Manta of Oakland, California, in early 1980 looks similar. One massively heavy looking machine that I used, similar to a lathe, came from Ohio in the 1930s.

I then worked in a factory of modern style, consisting of a handful of two-story workshops on a trading estate. Here is an example of how some highly intelligent and educated people live in societies that prevent them from using their abilities, and they find refuge in Britain: I somehow got into a conversation that included ‘imaginary numbers’ — the square root of minus one. (Square any number and the result is positive, so there is no such thing as the square root of minus one, but it is useful in computations of electrical alternating current — I am told.) Anyway, a lot of those guys seemed to have never gone to school and they clearly thought I was making it up. Then a little guy from Bangladesh, who knew only about three words of English, joined in on my behalf by writing down the arithmetic notation of such calculations on a bit of scrap paper.

Then there was tall Pierre, who during a stock-taking day, was in charge of placing all the tools that lay around into their proper places. When you handed him something, he told you its name in French. I gave him a pair of pliers and he said “Pants.” I relayed this to the others, who had Pierre confirm it, and they fell about laughing while Pierre grinned uncertainly.

I spent much time writing down memories of my mother and of other events during her time in the world. Nothing much else held meaning for me.


New life

On a wintry day in October 2000, Rebecca arrived in a wooden crate from California, initiating what was for me a new life surrounded by silicone rubber women.

One visiting lady photographer stopped work for a minute and said, “It’s not just a doll. It’s a whole world.”

Rebecca Realdoll in 2010

Rebecca in 2010

See Life-size dolls for more.


Rocket man

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine AM
And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then.

— opening lyrics of Rocket Man by Elton John, 1972

1/48th scale Blackburn/BAC Buccaneer

1/48th scale Blackburn/BAC Buccaneer

While I largely gave up painting (pictures) in the early 1980s, I continued with plastic modelling, on and off, over the years.

The launch tower of the Vanguard rocket is 14 inches high.

Beside contemporary helicopter (1/72 scale)

Glencoe Models 1/76th scale Vanguard research rocket I built in 2016


Revell 1/12th scale Husqvarna and Suzuki motocross bikes with Tamiya riders

Moto cross in 1/12th scale

The bikes are 6.5 inches long, nose to tail.

See Plastic models for more.


My hang glider in-flight photography really took off when I changed from a film camera to a GoPro and I had photos published on the covers of hang gliding magazines on both sides of the Atlantic.

Hang Gliding & Paragliding magazine cover September-October 2016.

U.S. magazine cover in 2016

See Hang gliding.


Mountain bike on up-hill camber

Tackling an up-hill camber in 2017

Who could be against environmentalism? Unfortunately, in Britain, it is used as an excuse to ban mountain biking from just about everywhere. Nobody evaluates the pros and cons. Instead, the environment charities buy the land, cut down the trees (without telling anyone first) and put up signs and fences, turning those places into what are effectively their own private gardens.

See Off-road bikes for more photos.


Genographic project

About 41 percent of my DNA indicates that I descended from the earliest hunter-gatherer inhabitants of Europe, who were the last to make the transition to agriculture as it moved in from the Middle East during the Neolithic period around 8,000 years ago. That is something I have suspected for several years, the agricultural revolution – and the human sub-races to which it gave rise – being the greatest genetic disaster to befall humanity.

I participated in National Geographic’s Genographic project, which attempts to use DNA analysis to help figure out our genetic history.

The investigation and analysis is not yet complete. For example:

Branch H1 heat map

Branch H1 heat map

A heat map for Everard’s specific maternal haplogroup is not yet available. The Genographic team hopes that, as more people from around the world participate in the project, they will be able to create a more specific map. We’re showing you a heat map for an earlier branch in his path: H1.

See Genographic project, which includes photos from around the world. (Hey, this is a National Geographic project…)


The future of humankind

In provincial Britain during the 1960s, heavily-built types were assumed to be mentally dim. The occasional exception, like the science prodigy at our school who was a big lad wearing spectacles, paradoxically seemed to reinforce the stereotype, as did the one girl in our physics class who challenged the assumption that girls’ minds are ill-equipped for reasoning about the physical world.

Suspicion of the well-educated woman was widespread. Mathematics, science and the classics were considered among the subjects too ‘hard’ for the female mind.

— Anne de Courcy, Debs at War, 2005

The discarding of those prejudices has undoubtedly improved society. However, there is a down-side. Now the pendulum has swung the other way and men are supposed to be ‘hunky’ rather than slim and have ‘social skills’ instead of intelligence of the technical kind. The goalposts have been moved. (Who moved them?) Is it a side-effect of democracy? How do we correct it?

It is imperative that we fix this problem. Although humans are uniquely cultural among living things, we are nevertheless primarily genetic beings. Women who select gangsters and businessmen (or other dodgy geezers with ‘social capital’) as the fathers of their offspring cannot expect the panacea of education to stand in for technical intelligence. The genetic quality of humanity is at stake.

To be clear, I have failed in life not because of external causes, but because I failed to measure up. Nonetheless, I have yet to hear an argument that assuages my fears for the future of humankind.

See Blade runner blues for more.


Programming career

  • In the early 1980s, I programmed radar guidance for point-defence surface-to-air missiles used in the Falklands War.
  • In the late 1980s, I led a team of seven programmers at a software house in central London creating ‘interactive video’ computer-based training programs.
  • During the first Gulf war, I worked for the computer-based training arm of a maker of mine hunter patrol boats.
  • Operating as Flight Training Systems, I created the computer-based training program Aerodynamics & Propulsion in the early 1990s.
  • In the mid 1990s, I programmed airliner flight deck procedures training at premises directly under the final approach to London Heathrow Airport.
  • In the late 1990s, I wrote the online help for the Apache attack helicopter forward maintenance data station in time for the second Gulf war.
  • In the mid 2000s, I led a team of seven (again) technical authors tasked with writing online help for automotive software. My last job involved compiling release notes for the same automotive software house.
Everard's hang gliding flight simulator in July 1993

I created this hang gliding flight simulator in July 1993.

See Technical Writing and Programming and Aviation computer-based training for more.


Drawing to a close

The standard of success in my generation, for guys anyway, is to be an astronaut. Well, I was never an astronaut, so, like everybody else, I failed. Not quite everybody else, of course. An American hang glider pilot who also flew for the U.S. Marine Corps earned his astronaut wings at the controls of Virgin Galactic SpaceshipTwo in December 2018. He and I both contributed technical and flying articles to the US hang gliding magazine in the 1980s and, in the 1990s, we corresponded by post (snail mail) and then by early e-mail about hang glider technicalities. Call it fame by association, but I feel I am almost an astronaut! Wait. There’s more…

Everard Cunion in March 1997

Me in March 1997

In 2007, a Canadian actor played an exaggerated version of me in Lars and the Real Girl. In 2018 he played the part of Neil Armstrong, first to walk on the moon, in the docudrama First Man. That the same actor who played a version of me should be chosen to play the part of the first human to set foot on another world, strikes me as a great honour.


[Astronaut candidates] were told how to put their hands on their hips (if they must). The thumbs should be to the rear and the fingers forward. Only women and interior decorators put the thumbs forward and the fingers back.

— Tom Wolfe, The Right Stuff, 1979


At Bell Hill, north Dorset, England, in 2007

At Bell Hill, north Dorset, England, in 2007

I have achieved some successes directly though. Examples include the hang gliding photos that appeared on the cover and inside magazines on both sides of the Atlantic. (I realize I am at the tip of a spear that stands on the shoulders of giants, if that is not too risky a pose, in that I rely on modern hang gliders, action cameras, and reliable weather forecasts, all created by others.)

All good things must come to an end, as the saying goes, which is a shame. However, the simultaneous ending of the not-so-good balances that equation, in my case anyway. The pain of a quarter century of living without my old mum to take out in the wheelchair at weekends and holidays has never let up, along with other regrets that I have not been able to mend. Now a cancer has sprung up inside me and has advanced too quickly to stop. The cancer and its treatment have forever taken away the pleasure I used to obtain from my life-size dolls, who are now ‘just friends.’

In addition, I find myself once again victim of the all-consuming populist corruption that has caused western society to turn against its own sons. (I am not the only one.)

Ambition, jealousy, honor–all of the emotions to which society entitles a man–none of these could stir him any longer. He had attained an inhuman peace.

— Antoine de Saint Exupéry describing a leper in isolation in Puerto Deseado, Argentina, quoted by Stacy Schiff in Saint-Exupéry, a Biography, 1994

I still ride my mountain bike, although with longer breaks between sections to get my breath back and I don’t always make it all the way round my usual ride. I hope to resume hang gliding next year, but that depends on what other obstacles crop up.

Meanwhile, as I think Chuck Yeager (breaker of the sound barrier) wrote, I am having as much fun as I can. I do not believe in life after death, but we do not know everything about such things, and I am buoyed by the hope (and it is only a hope) that I will see my old mum again.

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