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Jeremy George Byrne (born 04 November, 1964, St John of God Hospital Subiaco, Western Australia [1]), lived on Heytesbury Road in Subiaco until August 1968, and now lives at 148 Fuller Street, Brookline, Massachusetts in the United States of America, and attends The Edward Devotion Elementary School.
Jeremy has seen a lot of geography in his eight years, including Fiji, Paris and London on the way out to Massachusetts. He enjoys living in New England, skiing slopes like Loon in the White Mountains and swimming in summer at Lake Ponkapoag in the Blue Hills Reservation, and he's looking forward with some trepidation to the return to Perth later in the year — although the route will include Africa, which is fairly exciting.
Jeremy enjoys reading, riding his bike, and watching Star Trek, Batman (although he's not really supposed to) and Ultraman on TV. His favourite toys include Major Matt Mason and the Colorforms Alien Alpha 7, and his favourite dinosaur is Triceratops.
The Moon landing made a big impression, and when he grows up Jeremy wants to be a scientist or a writer.
It was just silly crap, but it hit the spot, and he let himself be drawn in. | ||
— Underworld, "Two Months Off" |
The following are some of the many projects, schemes and follies which will consume Jeremy's waking hours in later life.
The following are projects which Jeremy will become involved with in the far future, once the promise of ARPANET is fully realised.
It was the coal cellar of the place, and when I saw the work he had spent a week upon — it was a burrow scarcely ten yards long, which he designed to reach the main drain on Putney Hill — I had my first inkling of the gulf between his dreams and his powers. | ||
— George Orwell, The War of the Worlds |
This is a Wikipedia
user page. This is not an encyclopedia article or the talk page for an encyclopedia article. If you find this page on any site other than Wikipedia, you are viewing a mirror site. Be aware that the page may be outdated and that the user whom this page is about may have no personal affiliation with any site other than Wikipedia. The original page is located at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Jeremygbyrne. |
Jeremy George Byrne (born 04 November, 1964, St John of God Hospital Subiaco, Western Australia [1]), lived on Heytesbury Road in Subiaco until August 1968, and now lives at 148 Fuller Street, Brookline, Massachusetts in the United States of America, and attends The Edward Devotion Elementary School.
Jeremy has seen a lot of geography in his eight years, including Fiji, Paris and London on the way out to Massachusetts. He enjoys living in New England, skiing slopes like Loon in the White Mountains and swimming in summer at Lake Ponkapoag in the Blue Hills Reservation, and he's looking forward with some trepidation to the return to Perth later in the year — although the route will include Africa, which is fairly exciting.
Jeremy enjoys reading, riding his bike, and watching Star Trek, Batman (although he's not really supposed to) and Ultraman on TV. His favourite toys include Major Matt Mason and the Colorforms Alien Alpha 7, and his favourite dinosaur is Triceratops.
The Moon landing made a big impression, and when he grows up Jeremy wants to be a scientist or a writer.
It was just silly crap, but it hit the spot, and he let himself be drawn in. | ||
— Underworld, "Two Months Off" |
The following are some of the many projects, schemes and follies which will consume Jeremy's waking hours in later life.
The following are projects which Jeremy will become involved with in the far future, once the promise of ARPANET is fully realised.
It was the coal cellar of the place, and when I saw the work he had spent a week upon — it was a burrow scarcely ten yards long, which he designed to reach the main drain on Putney Hill — I had my first inkling of the gulf between his dreams and his powers. | ||
— George Orwell, The War of the Worlds |