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 for the last few decades, a professional observer of how things fall apart.
I already run a gentler blog for my personal memoirs. This is not that place.
This site is a record of moral failures. It’s where I investigate the stories that reveal a rot in the system—the kind that gets brushed aside as "tragedy" or "inevitability" when it's actually greed, negligence, or pure evil.
You'll find no life-affirming quotes or motivational nonsense here. Instead, you'll get:
Deep dives into historical crimes where the powerful were never held to account.
Analysis of modern injustices that follow the same brutal blueprint.
Unflinching commentary on the charlatans, corporations, and cowards who make the world a more dangerous and stupid place.
My patience for excuses ran out somewhere between the slag heaps of Aberfan and the flammable cladding of Grenfell. This blog is my answer to the question: "How the hell did they get away with it?"
If you're looking for an echo chamber, you won't find it here. But if you're ready for cynical, evidence-backed analysis of a world that has lost its way, you've come to the right place.
Pull up a chair. The view is infuriating.
— Paul