Me, me, me.

There isn’t much to go on so far but perhaps you can tell that I’m not a confident go-getter and that I’m sensitive to my own short-comings.

I make a living by dreaming up solutions to problems that are too dull, or too abstract, or too technically specialised for other people to engage in. I do engage and, as the dearth of updates to this blog will testify, I do so to the exclusion of any real balance.

Competition is stressful and on the whole I avoid it.

I grew up, in so much that anyone does, in the 70’s and 80’s and retain a healthy disrespect for authority and the well trodden path. I’m lucky enough to have accumulated experience and am forgetful enough to necessitate living my life by principles rather than an intricate plan. Planning and ambition have remained notable by their absence up until now, or rather 6 months ago, when I realised that this adventure was stillborn without them.