About me
I don’t like talking about me, and in most cases who I am and what I do for a living won’t have much bearing on what I write. If it does, I’ll say so in the post. I have this terrible allergy to pink, fluffy thinking. I get… Annoyed. Sometimes that will show. Sometimes I feel the urge to talk about things that really interest me. Sometimes I get a life. Pot luck, really.
So far I seem to be centering on music and health nutjobs. I’m not a health professional, so if you want full information on a specific health issue consult a fully qualified, recognised health practitioner in the appropriate field. I also do not provide financial advice, IT support, prescribe exercise regimes, or tuition in foreign languages. Any literary, dramatic or musical reviews reflect my own tastes, even though I am not entirely unqualified in that respect either. There might even be fun, fluffy stuff now and again. Don’t hold your breath too much, though. This is my grumpy face. What do you mean, it looks just like my ordinary face? Cheeky monkey.
The pseudonym is purely for the purpose of writing freely about things that seem to upset or confuse some people, and also because I quite like this handle. Those who need to know who I am, do. I’m British, have a decent degree from a good university, and have acquired a fair amount of cynicism and scepticism in the course of a reasonably eventful life. This life is not yet over, not by a long chalk. Heredity gives me another 30 years, minimum; live with it. I do, despite near-permanent pain from physical disability and the frustration of not being able to perform some simple tasks that others take for granted.
And that may give you a clue as to why I do not suffer quacks gladly. Chronically sick and disabled people are rarely well off. That purveyors of pseudoscientific claptrap should prey on us is unforgivable.
My handle was chosen entirely at random, so don’t read anything political, social or ironic into it. I have no connection with the Anarchist Teapot Collective, or the coder using the handle anarchic.teapot (with a period, not a hyphen). I’m pretty certain I used the name first, though.
Right-wing extremists please note: only loose-leaf tea gets into my teapot.
