What’s it like to live here? Imagine the West Riding became a country in the Brontës’ day, and you’ll sense Luxembourg. It’s got hills and dales, mills and mines, farms and steel, a we’re–in–this–together mentality. It’s a country of small towns and old castles, with a county town capital of embassies and funded arts, royalty and pride, culture and new language, and all that goes with them. It’s similar to, and yet so different from, many a county in blighty.
Enough: my blog has more wild opinions and mild rants.
I’ve posted tons of stuff, including poetry, music, & photography. I’ve even some books. It’s all my own catfood (almost).
Beyond this side dish site, find me occasionally on the nutritious ACM & github; the spicy ello & goodreads — and then there’s the junk food: boards.ie, faceboot, last.fm, linked in, mastodon, meetup, quora, etc.. To be honest, I hardly use them: I like them, but I don’t enjoy them.
Before I changed the way I illude myself, arts & ego hosted my younger self’s wilder hello.