I’m not going to write too much here, that would spoil the fun.
I was born in 1966, and apart from my year at university in 1984–85, I’ve lived in the same small town in south Wales ever since.
I started working in the retail book trade in 1989, took a short break from 1991 to 1992, and resumed my career until finally escaping in May 2009. As of September 2009 I became a full-time student again. As of October 2015 I’m self-employed as a freelance proofreader.
DISCLAIMER: Any typos in this blog are entirely my responsibility, until I get chance to go through it from start to finish and impose a consistent House Style throughout. (Everyone misses their own mistakes!)
I own my own house; I’m single; I’ve got no kids, no pets, no TV, a decent collection of DVDs and records, well over 1,300 books, no money to speak of …
This series of disconnected jottings isn’t intended to reveal any Great Truths about Life, The Universe and Everything. There are Great Writers who do that sort of thing on a regular basis. But I freely admit that I’m not exactly Mr Average, and I do tend to look at Life from a jaunty angle sometimes.
I also tend to get involved with interesting/eccentric/artistic/creative/odd people, and often find myself in situations which most people tend to pass by. If I drop the occasional name here and there, it’s not to show off – it’s just to illustrate the preceding point.
Some of these entries are recycled from an earlier blog I had on MySpace, and where possible I’ve included the original date. A few are Extracts from my Uncollected Notebooks. These are a series of small pocket books written largely in coded hieroglyphics, which I’ve carried for many years. (My literary executor is under stern instruction to burn them all before reading.) Most of the contents are random jottings, which were never intended to see the light of day. However, occasionally one piece turns up which is worthy of preservation.
Some are letters I’ve sent to newspapers and broadcasters over the years. Of these, about a third have been published. My complete scrapbook went missing some years ago. There’s a reward for its safe return.
I hope you enjoy these random (in the literal sense, not in the ‘teenspeak’ sense) outpourings, and if you do, please click the ‘like’ button and/or leave a comment. Otherwise, I’m going to feel like Jack Trevor Story (see ‘I Want to Tell You a Story’.
And if you do find what I write to be to your tastes, why not try out my slice of Doctor Who/Torchwood
fanfic, Pit Stop