I’ve mentioned before in this blog how I’m a bit of a control freak. I’ve discussed how, in most aspects of my life, I like to be the one in charge. I like to stay in control and I don’t like leaving things to chance. This applies to my writing as much as anything else

I’ve written before about how a big part of my personal and professional style is being a problem solver. I could almost describe the job I do as being a professional problem solver, as it generally involves finding elegant solutions for often tricky problems. And in my personal interactions, I tend to slip very quickly

I probably don’t strike people as a particularly passionate person. I don’t say a lot, and when I do, I’m pretty quietly spoken. I’m undemonstrative – I don’t act in ways that draw attention to myself. I certainly don’t dress in ways that draw attention to myself. You might easily be led to believe I

I like to think of myself as a grumpy old sod. I’m a complaining old whinger, a cynic to the heart. Being a cynic is great. It’s especially useful if you want to be a writer of humour, particularly with a satirical edge. How else can you catalogue all the stupidity and mean-spiritedness of the

I blame it on The Simpsons. From its earliest days, one (amongst the many) of the ingenious tricks employed by that revolutionary, adult-oriented animation series was the inclusion of numerous little pop culture references. And not just explicitly, in elements like the plot or the characters. Sometimes, a little thing like a throwaway piece of