Before I became an angry old-ish man, I was an angry young man. Instead of standing in the middle of the street and screaming insults at the injustices in the world, I found it therapeutic to write my thoughts down, usually in essay form.
At about that time, my daughter-in-law, Cassandra, was toying with the idea of going into website design, a bit of a spin-off from the very successful I.T. business which she and her husband had created. Cass, believing that the stuff which I was writing needed to be published at least, offered to experiment with the creation of a website for me.
At that time I was allergic to technology, and I was doubtful that I would derive any benefit from publishing my writing. My purpose in writing stuff down was to get it out of my head. I had no intention that it should be read by anybody. However, Cass built a site which I could easily manage, and it hasn’t changed since. I haven’t needed any changes, and Cass has been so busy developing an amazingly successful web design business, that I would never ask her to do more work for me. She just doesn’t have the time.
Over time I found that people from around the world started making comments on the site about stuff which I had written. How they found the site I have no real idea. Perhaps they just googled a topic and found that I had produced content that related to their search. Anyway, it was pleasant being told that some of my opinions struck a chord with others, and I spent some considerable time briefly replying to commentators. Sadly, I had to turn off the comments function when I started receiving unwanted material in the guise of comment.
So that’s about it. If you look to the top left-hand corner of the front page, you’ll see a little letter “f”. Click on that and you’ll find the largely unused Facebook page which Cass linked to the site. I think that it can still be used, if anyone feels the need to make a comment about “The AfA Phenomenon”, or anything else for that matter.
Cheers,
Julian.
