My name really is spelled like that – it’s not a typo, but corrupted Welsh. My ancestors were Welsh innkeepers and on leaving the Principality acquired a second F as a souvenir.
I am a lapsed pure mathematician, but keep myself in beer, women and skittles (other alcoholic beverages, human companionship and fruit-associated sweets are available) by predicting the future of European electricity. Imagine me as a sort of Mystic Meg, but with less eyeliner and dry ice – “wind turbines in the east of England will be celebrating too”.
As described in The Opening Salvo, this blog will collect my somewhat random (and if we are all very lucky, mildly amusing) thoughts for the edification of the world at large. If the muse proves amenable, the blog may even branch into new areas.
The views expressed in this blog were thought to be at least vaguely amusing by the author at the time of writing (though possibly at no other time).
No animals were harmed in the making of this blog – though I cannot guarantee the same will be true for any that read it.