I present myself :

My first name : Jean-Loïc (first name composed, Franc half, Celtic half).

born on May 6, 1944, ((1 month before the allied unloading), of a father doctor and a mother at that time secretary; what makes me say that I smells itself a little for something in the release of France.

Sign of the zodiac :BULL ascending FISH.

A younger sister and a brother respectively of 4 and 9 years.

Infancy lived into Franche Contée, then in the Bordelais.

A happy and carefree youth of young colonist in Algeria then in Morocco.

a adolescence (of delinquent rich) in suburb be of Paris where I live always, in spite of a interruption of 10 year in area Marseilles, absence due with a second marriage follow of a second divorce; then return to the box departure with my first wife and, in addition, two kids of my second nuptials.

Add to that an input in data processing (Large Systems), like one entering little the orders, the 1er April 1971 (it was not a fish), and since: computer, computer (it is a passion, and in more it pays).

My other passions, put at by my job : eclectics! ! ! !

They varied during years, attenuated, and even dried up.

She were those of very with each one, and their command of arrival is the following :
    1. Motor Cycle,
    2. Girls,
    3. Cars.
They have all past, and their starting command is the following :
    1. Cars (it should be said that it became of a commun run),
    2. Girls (for my age it is necessary to be serious and then I have a woman whom I love, then...),
    3. Motor Cycles (it is not finished yet, at least as long as I could span them).
for all that it be necessary say that I have the chance to have know one time or the speed on road be free, the radar and the balloon unknown, seek not to me make say that I roll stuff, I have have some accident, certainly, but never under a influence alcoholic.

On the other hand for the chicks it was different thing which now, one could touch but that stopped there, or parks, at the time step of AIDS but not either of pills, and the love under Plastic... Then if one really wanted, it were necessary to dare to take risks, and alas, I took some.

the machine, ah the machine, what of more pleasant for outward journey gain its crust, that of see some be the season, of million of persons wedge in their car, that one double briskly, but in remainder careful, and which be still in the congestion when I be in train of take my coffee with office, only for that one forget the cold and the rain of winter Parisian, and one know all the length of these winter.

Here are you very know ego, or at least this whole that there is to know...