I realised today that I haven’t updated the About page on this site in quite a while, and I’d like to think that I’ve changed over my years of blogging. I don’t think it matters especially, as my About page rarely gets much attention. Clearly I have captivated you so much with my brilliant writing
skills. Don’t laugh, it’s rude. You wouldn’t want to hurt my feelings, would you now?
An About page should ideally help the reader understand what the blog/blogger is on about. Or so I was told. So I’ve had to think long and hard about how best to get this information across to you. I’m sure you will give me some allowance, as it is extremely hard to condense the entirety of me into a page that you are actually going to read. I thought about doing a rap, but, you’ll be grateful to hear, only for a very short amount of time.
But then I realised I was being silly. You’re sitting here reading this, aren’t you? I hope you are. I’ve been told that people read this. Well if you’ll read this, you’ll read anything, including my About page. Indeed, especially my About page, being as you’re reading my blog. It’s common sense really. So here, ladies, gentlemen and significant others, is the story of me.
I was born in Birmingham. This may be an issue for some of you, but I am refering to the Birmingham that lies in the British Isles. It could well be considered a dump, but that would be rude to dumps, which are usually upstanding moral members of the community. More accurate, and perhaps more polite to everyone involved, would be to call the city a melting pot. There is everything in Birmingham. Food, people, clothing, drugs, whatever else you want to name. Birmingham does not hold many records (although there are more canals in Birmingham than in Venice*) but this is probably because it is quite happy to have a go at everything. It should be noted that people from a place called Solihull may try to convince you that they are from Birmingham. They are not. Solihull should be burned with fire.
My parents are lovely. I have to say that because they read this. They work extremely hard to ensure my welfare, usually by banning me from doing anything interesting in the hope that I will turn out to be a lovely, well-rounded person. I have previously argued against this plan of action with much vigour, but I am now attempting to come to terms with the fact that it seems to have worked. I also have a brother. He doesn’t read this, so I’m allowed to insult him, but this well-rounded person stuff means that I’m unable to seriously express much dislike for him. The key problem is that he actually is quite a nice person.
My family is Christian, and I’ve managed to inherit it, like an unfortunate case of HIV/AIDs in a poverty-stricken area of Africa. This is perhaps slightly rude, being as I have not only become a Christian, but also have decided that I actually believe all this God stuff. Looking back, that was probably where I went wrong.
Perhaps to compound my dyed-in-the-wool cloth-headedness, as that highly influencial theologian and all-round religious expert Richard Dawkins might call it, is the fact that I enjoy science. Now of course, science and religion are not immiscible – one can have faith, and believe in the power of the same time. However, where many people merely have to worry about simple problems such as the issue of evil, and whether original sin was not actual original at all, but copied off someone else, I now struggle with the scientific method, and whether God is a viable theory. This is irritating, but I feel that it just makes me a more rounded and beautiful person. It also means that I have a bad habit of criticising the belief of others because it isn’t rigorous enough. For this I can only apologise. Well no, I could apologise and try to do something about it, but that would require some effort.
Anyway, I am a Christian, and I am headed on to become a scientist. Currently I am studying for my A Levels (A Levels stands for Advanced Levels, but since the Ordinary Levels have now been abolished, it’s not quite as exciting as it seems), which are in Physics, Further Maths and Chemistry. You may well, therefore, be skeptical, but I thrive on academic study. Interestingly, I have recently entered the grammar school system, whereas I was attending a comprehensive school before (Note to Americans and other foreigners: grammar and comprehensive are both types of school), which has troubled my already tumultuous adolescent soul. But I’m sure I’ll get over it, now I’m not mingling with those poor types. As you read those words, my mother is now disowning me, not realising that I am joking. I don’t hate poor people. Indeed, I even have poor friends.
I am excited about heading to university within a worryingly sort amount of time. Indeed, assuming all goes well, I will be studying Physics with the big boys by the end of September. I am lead to believe that this is a good thing, and refuse to listen to any alternatives. After university, I expect to stay at university, although not necessarily the same one, and do some postgraduate work. After that? I don’t really know, although I’d like to do further research into theoretical physics. I do worry about me sometimes.
This blog is a compilation of my thoughts. I aim to publish at least once a week, although I do so in much the same way that a drunken darts player in the pub aims to get the bullseye. I try to talk about everything, from the arts, through science and religion, to current affairs and politics. I consider my remit to be the world and everything in it, and a large proportion of the things outside of it, although there is a small spot just east of Alpha Centuri that I refuse to discuss, due to previous bad experiences. I won’t talk about them now, but let me just say that if you ever end up playing cards with a telepath from Rigel-6, don’t try and cheat.
My own personal ideologies are generally mixed. I am a liberal type of guy, who sees the best in everyone, and who thinks the world would be a better place if everyone just shared more. However, I am also a moral conservative, who thinks that any words worse than ‘bother’ should be banned from television before nine O’clock. I believe in a nuclear family, but I also believe in gay marriage. I’m a fan of education, of almost any type, except faith schools, home schools, public (Americans: read private) schools, and, to some extent grammar schools. I think that guns are bad, on account of people dying as a result of them, in the same way that I think knives are bad. My concession to knives is that I struggle to chop carrots without them. The same cannot be said for guns.
I enjoy Doctor Who. I’m not sure that this is an ideology, but it’s very important. I think that an open house and an ability to be hospitable at any time is one of the greatest gifts you can offer other people. I believe that humour is important, and that there should be no topics that are off-limits, but I also accept that simply insulting women due to their abnormal genes isn’t always funny. I particularly think that people who are especially full of themselves, like Christians, should have humour poked at them. And I think that the most important thing is to love everyone. Yes, even Richard Dawkins. Yes, even your mother-in-law. Well, maybe not your pet rock, because that’s a bit weird, but nonetheless, be nice to it. You never know when the rocks will take over.
Please ask questions, either here or on the actual ‘About Me’ page. Please also laugh, because I didn’t ever really lie, but I may have exagerated the truth slightly. And please take the time to continue reading, or to subscribe (there’s buttons everywhere these days) or bookmark this site, or even just write it down on a piece of paper. Thanks.