It feels as if an explanation is required. On New Year’s Eve 2018 I finally blocked out the noise/got off my ass/took advantage of my privilege/used my brain and started my very own thingie.
This is where a disclaimer becomes necessary: this thingie isn’t for you. This thingie is for me.
I am making it available to whoever can find it, and whoever is interested or bored enough to read it, because for some reason it doesn’t feel real without doing that. I might change my mind.
As this is my thingie I expect it will contain the occasional swear word, possibly a recipe or two if they’re good enough, book and film reviews (probably scathing and ill thought out) and an awful lot of ramblings about life, because what else is there?
I love science, art and very expensive chocolates and I hate small minded bigots, people who behave like arseholes and butter beans. For those reasons there will be a lot of me gasping about how amazing some new science thing is and then immediately ranting about how fucking pathetic it is that some people are scared of anyone not exactly like themselves, almost as if I have an opinion and have created my own space on the internet within which I can express it….hmmmmm.