Lecturer by day, pony word peddler by night.

I am a conglomerate of Engineeriological and Writeological forces with a Ponypreneurial spirit.

The man without a plan.

Once upon a time, I dreamt of being a mad scientist when I grew up. After much consideration, I realised that science is quite hard. So I became a mad writer instead, which is much easier. True story.

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"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."

Assume that I've placed some meaningful quote here that will make you reevaluate your perspective on life in twenty-five words or less.