One of the greatest men that I have ever had the pleasure to know died yesterday.
I lived in Chedworth (a small village near Cirencester) for 3 years. A relatively short period, but it was the only place in the UK that ever felt like home to me. Once I left the UK, I made sure I visited every time I went back.
Here’s a picture of me and my best mate, Rob, and crazy dog Lola, with Roger last September. I am so glad we got to see Roger then.
Go well, mate.
I am a recent refugee from Facebook.
Since 2015 I’ve been liking it less and less. Something about the discourse has changed since then – it’s got uglier, more polarised and absolutely zero-nuanced – so basically like how I imagine Twitter (of which I have never partaken) to be.
So I have left it behind.
Time to pretend it’s back to the early 2000s, when blogs were all the rage, and that people care enough about my opinions to do more than scroll through their news feed. Anyway, let’s see.
I will post here what I used to post on Facebook, namely:
If you can stomach that sort of thing, then please feel free to follow this site using the links at the bottom of the page.
Thanks for reading.
Lord Viking & Princess Wanda 