The reason I wanted to run this page was to have somewhere to put longer posts, somewhere to explore ideas in a bit more depth than is possible on Twitter.
I also wanted to counter the commonly held assumption that anyone over about 38 is by default, a grumpy old man or woman.
I can honestly say that I have enjoyed my self more since I passed 40, and I’ve had a right old laugh since I passed 50.
If this continues and the many years of self-abuse don’t catch me out, I should be wetting myself with mirth when I pass 60.
Or, if the warnings my grandmother gave me about self-abuse turn out to be true, I may just be wetting myself.
I don’t think young people are stupid, wrong, or annoying. I don’t think things were better in my day. I don’t even know when my day was, but I do know many things were worse.
Dentists, street cleaning, car safety, snobbism, the class system, pollution, homophobia, racism. All of those things were either worse or more common or both ‘when I were a lad.’
So I think things have generally got a little bit better in the 54 years I’ve been knocking around. I’m not always walking around with a big grin on my face saying ‘isn’t everything great.’
I’ve got two kids, they’ve done my head in. I’ve been married for 22 years, she does my head in. I’ve got debts up to the armpits, it does my head in. I have worked non stop this year, I haven’t had a holiday, a break, nothing, it does my head in.
But through all this I still feel very lucky.
My kids are amazing, wonderful, funny, creative, sarcastic, intelligent people and I’m incredibly proud of them.
The Mrs, (there’s a link to her web page on the links top right) is an incredibly beautiful, patient, intelligent woman who has put up with me, with complaint, but she’s still done it, for a bloody long time.
I'm lucky enough to be slowly paying off my debts, they're getting smaller, not bigger, which has to be a good thing, as long as you are not a banker, in which case it's a total disaster.
I love my work, I have been told many times that not many people can say this, but I do love it and it brings me great satisfaction when it’s successful, and I have learned how to shrug and move on when it’s not. So all in all I have no reason to be a grumpy old man.
In fact, the only thing that makes me grumpy, is grumpy old men. Sort it out fellas. It’s not that bad, and if it is, it’s probably your fault.