The Story So Far ...

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 and copy-editor.
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.
This blog began on MySpace in about 2006, resumed on Wordpress early in 2008, and continued there until May 2016. By this time I'd become thoroughly sick and tired of the 'improved' Wordpress interface, which meant that I was taking hours to write a single entry. In June 2016 I decided to jump ship and continue writing here instead. The Wordpress blog is still there, so I'll be cross-referencing to it occasionally.
A few of these entries 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'.)

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