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.
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.