Swimming With Jellyfish - an explanation

Whenever anyone needs to re-connect with life in the midst of a crisis, or if they are just simply terminally ill, there is often some solace to be found by travelling to New Zealand or Florida in order to go swimming with Dolphins. Apparently it helps to reconnect with the meaning of life and the world.

I can't afford to do that, however, and in the midst of a mid-life crisis I have to resort to the possibility that my only option is to go paddling in Benllech Bay - and go swimming with jellyfish. This is quite ironic I think. It is symbolic of the way that I have to live in this country and put up with all the shite that I see on the news. I find that as I get older I heckle the radio and news programmes more and more, and so have decided to write down my rantings.

It will be partly therapeutic and partly because maybe I will be studied by school children in the future - much as Samuel Pepys was.

I am a grumpy old man who spends time sitting on a settee heckling the news - now I've decided to write my hecklings down in case I die...