Mid50s single man. Accompanied by baggage (it was once said to me that I have more baggage than Qantas ) which is mostly sorted and repacked. Love words, language, communication and they way they are used. I once thought that a dictionary was the only reliable, unquestionably trustworthy, and constant "companion" in a never-stop-changing and disillusioned world. Likewise the rules of grammar. Hah. "Plus ça change..." and so now, I've decided to rejoice when language takes yet another step away from the rules and customs that were drummed into me as a schoolboy, instead of griping and getting purse-lipped.

I speak/write Australian English, which uses British English as its basis.

So, g'day from Straya.