I have a mixed family background; accidental, illegitimate offspring of a rich Iraqi student and dirt-poor East London scholarship girl who bumped bones on a mattress in Swansea University. My dad's family is largely secular cultural Muslims, my mum's side tend to the kind of unexamined cultural anglicanism that most 'xtian' british people would probably admit to. I did have one very Methodist aunt, who dragged her family along with her, but she never really evangelised her faith (although she did persuade my folks to send me to a local sunday school for a while).
I went to school in the 70s and 80s; xtian religious assemblies were a common thing, but I think the discomfort and tedium of sitting in a drafty hall on a hard floor listening to a loopy headmaster drone on about xtianity helped to innoculate me against any infection by the faith mind virus.
I went through a vaguely occultist teenage phase, reading up on Aleister Crowley and the like, without ever really believing any of it, but I never really thought about religion, few british people do. The fervent atheist is usually viewed with the same detached amusement as the evangelical religiot.
Then, in late 2006, I read God Delusion and had a kind of atheistic epiphany. Dawkins' view of religion and objections to the special treatment it received matched my own almost perfectly (although he articulated the whole thing much more effectively than I could). Since then I've become a regular lurker on RD.net, developed a taste for downloading and listening to atheist vs. apologist debates, atheistic podcasts and eventually found my way, via Chariots of Iron, to here.
So that's me.