Having reached what is generally regarded as old age, it's getting increasingly difficult to find the right words. It's not because I don't know what to say, the trouble is finding the right words to express those thoughts when I know they exist. My vocabulary is becoming more elusive (I knew I wanted a word to express the concept of 'hidden' and that a word existed which suggested it wanted to hide, but the word 'elusive' took me a second or two to recall). I have three theories why this is the case (and by the time I've written about two of them, I will probably have forgotten the third). Theory number one is that we are bored by what we're trying to say. When we are younger, it was important that we were not only heard but that we impressed ourselves with what we were saying (or writing). Now I don't really care whether what I say makes sense, is interesting, or impresses. My brain is saying "why are you bothering to say this?" The s...
My kids call me Grom (Grumpy Old Man). OK, pedants will know that ought to be GOM, but a Grom sounds grumpy. I started building internet businesses in the 1980s and these days invest in other peoples' start-ups. Now that less of my life is about to happen than has happened, I've got a lot to get off my chest. This blog is a series of posts about things that annoy me, things that excite me or things that just need to be said. Grumbles of a Grom... Grombles