I have eclectic interests so write about many topics. However, as my main concerns are with inequity, injustice, greed, violence, war-mongering, control, hate, and all that harms individuals or collective humanity, and/our planet and all other species upon it, such themes tend to be frequent in my articles and comments.

I also value language and clarity of thought and expression so tend to follow those who write well and recognise the need for nuance and how to use it. I am not immune to critiquing or even criticising misuse or inappropriate use of language and particular abhor the gratuitous use of expletives.

I originated in Yorkshire from a poor background and over the course of my life have engaged in many occupations without ever having what most, I think, would understand to be a 'career'.

I have worked in so many different areas that some I've probably forgotten but the list below should indicate the variety of my experiences.

Retail salesperson [Variously, Photographics / Audio / Books ]

Door to door salesman [Variously, Carpets / Vacuum cleaners

Bus conductor

Milkman

Security guard

Chocolate factory worker

Dog trainer

Royal Air Force Police Officer & Police Dog Trainer

Photographic Retail shop manager

Second-hand retail shop owner/manager

Student Union President

Student Counsellor & careers adviser

School teacher [Primary - Secondary]

Community library manager

TAFE library manager & teacher

University lecturer [Teaching trainee teaching students]

Health library manager

Mental Health library manager

Honorary Health Museum Curator

Web site builder

Educational mentor for international educators & students

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Much as I imagine that, had I the option and the skill, I would have chosen to support myself as a writer, as is evident, that never happened. I am now in my mid seventies and, rightly or wrongly, see no chance of that ever happening.

Fortunately, I am not a materialist and have simple needs. Writing, however, does give me pleasure, stimulation and, occasionally, satisfaction. It also someitmes brings me a little praise or thanks. Having, I think, wasted my life and considering myself of little worth, those occasional words of thanks or praise can lift me, for a time, from the chronic depressive state which has been my lot for as long as I can remember - certainly since around 3 years old when I first attempted to run away from home.