Exiles Place

Vignettes from an Englishman abroad

About this website.

This is not a blog

It was never meant to be. This is a legacy site. It is an outpouring of my views, wisdom and foolishness. Good or bad, warts and all. This is my personal Facebook without all the interuption. This is all about me, not everyone else.
Some of it may interest you, some of it will not, some of it will make you smile and, doubtlessly, some of it will offend someone because everybody wants to be offended by something or other at some point, so why not this too?
Frankly, my dears, I don't give a hoot in hell. If you read the 'Grumpy old sod' section on Page 1, you'll find out why.

At the top of this page there is a navigation bar. That will take you through the content of this epic website. Page 1 is concerned with the heavier stuff. Page 2 is a giggle. Well, I think it's a giggle. Your mileage may vary from mine. The 'About me' section contains a quick resumé of my days.

I do keep a blog, on another site. There is also a link to that at the top of the page. I keep that sporadically updated, as I will this site, for as long as I am able. Hopefully, that will be a long time.
Have a look around, take whatever you will with you, leave the rest and, you never know, you might learn something. If you don't like it, don't come back. If you do, then...

Welcome, to what's left of me.

**Thumbnail picture of me by Heather Nissen**


Because I want to

And because I can. At least for now. See, life is fickle and you never know quite how long you're going to keep it. I thought it might be a bit of fun to leave some of my thoughts to posterity. When I'm gone, this will still be here. When my grandson gets older, if anyone asks him, "What was your Granddad like?", he can point them to this site. I hope they'll find a bit of me here.
That's not morbid. Neither am I, but this seemed to be a fun way of saying, "I was here. This is how I viewed life."

I will never write a book, so publishing my memoires is out of the question. I have neither the time nor the inclination, nor do I have the literary skills, to develop a book out of my doings, my deeds and misdeeds and my comings and goings. Too much water has flowed under the bridges and most of those bridges have already been burned. So you'll all have to make do with this. Apart from that, finding a publisher would take me an age and this method of publication is relatively quick. All hail the internet.

Besides all that, this fills those dark hours in the winter where I am happy to sit at home and merely look at the frost and snow outside rather than have to go out in it and freeze my perky little ass off.
In the summer, I'm out on the motor bike as soon as the sun shines. I like to think, that I didn't stop playing as I grew older, but I will grow old if I stop playing.

So now you know.