About the Grumpy Welshman
My name is Paul. I'm a 70-year-old Welshman living on the side of a mountain in Italy. I've been a soldier, a father, and a moderately successful avoider of real work for most of my life. After seven decades on this planet, my patience has officially run out.
A photo of me in my kitchen with my very fashionable Covid Lock-down Hairstyle.
This blog is my pressure release valve. It is not a place for life-affirming quotes, motivational tips, or pictures of my lunch. It is the digital equivalent of an old man shouting at the television.
Here, I will rant about everything that annoys me, from the absurdity of modern politics and the "enshittification" of the internet to why people willingly follow charlatans and why AI-generated bees are an insult to nature.
You will probably not agree with everything I write. In fact, I'd be worried if you did. This isn't an echo chamber. It's a place for a bit of cynical, no-nonsense analysis of a world that seems to have gone completely mad.
So, if you're tired of the relentless positivity and the get-rich-quick gurus, pull up a chair.