An old-fashioned Englishman living, unsurprisingly, in England. My home is my canal boat and I spend my life on the move at a rip-roaring three miles per hour or so. Have done for eleven years now. Everything I write is written in English - not in American, not in some "International" English, but in English English with all of our (original) spellings and peculiarities. To complicate matters and make things more difficult I often include spoonerisms and words of a non-existibode nature (for ref see William Archibald Spooner 1844-1930) where it suits me or meets a whim.
I love the English language, and I tend to use a lot of it. I talk to dogs, and I talk to trees - and I often forget to speak to any humans nearby. The Sun worries me, it's an unsupervised mass of nuclear fire just eight light-minutes away. Summer is my least-favourite season (this is not often a problem in England, where Summer lasts between zero and ten days on average). My politics - often misunderstood, either accidentally or wilfully by some - is that I don't believe in politics.
Each and every policy and decision in our lives ought, I think, to be considered afresh and in isolation. Religion? No thanks, although I probably talk to The Universe as much as I talk to dogs and trees. Do I believe in "Karma"? No, I've seen no evidence of it. Do I believe in a something akin to spirits and wotnot? Absolutely, I've seen and experienced loads of what people term paranormal events, happenings, manifestations.
Parallel realities? I don't know, that may explain a lot of things. In short, I have drawn no conclusions about my place as a human being in the world. Do I think that we can all get along with one another like snuggly bunny rabbits? Not a chance, as animals go we're a lot more primitive than we think we are. We are barely out of the trees. Favourite colour? Blue, probably. Music? The seventies, eighties, and nineties.
Do I like Marmite? Absolutely. Am I excited when I see a stick of broccoli or a head of dark green cabbage or a bag of carrots? Oh yes. A sad little individual? I suppose I probably am. Tinkettytonk, Honkytonks all, do keep on keeping on - if only because the very fact of your existence and mine seems to annoy so many people and institutions. Have fun. Don't forget to wash behind your ears.
I love the English language, and I tend to use a lot of it. I talk to dogs, and I talk to trees - and I often forget to speak to any humans nearby. The Sun worries me, it's an unsupervised mass of nuclear fire just eight light-minutes away. Summer is my least-favourite season (this is not often a problem in England, where Summer lasts between zero and ten days on average). My politics - often misunderstood, either accidentally or wilfully by some - is that I don't believe in politics.
Each and every policy and decision in our lives ought, I think, to be considered afresh and in isolation. Religion? No thanks, although I probably talk to The Universe as much as I talk to dogs and trees. Do I believe in "Karma"? No, I've seen no evidence of it. Do I believe in a something akin to spirits and wotnot? Absolutely, I've seen and experienced loads of what people term paranormal events, happenings, manifestations.
Parallel realities? I don't know, that may explain a lot of things. In short, I have drawn no conclusions about my place as a human being in the world. Do I think that we can all get along with one another like snuggly bunny rabbits? Not a chance, as animals go we're a lot more primitive than we think we are. We are barely out of the trees. Favourite colour? Blue, probably. Music? The seventies, eighties, and nineties.
Do I like Marmite? Absolutely. Am I excited when I see a stick of broccoli or a head of dark green cabbage or a bag of carrots? Oh yes. A sad little individual? I suppose I probably am. Tinkettytonk, Honkytonks all, do keep on keeping on - if only because the very fact of your existence and mine seems to annoy so many people and institutions. Have fun. Don't forget to wash behind your ears.
