Who is Alan Crawford?
I'm an increasingly grumpy old fart posting rants and observations and trying to write somewhat twisted short and slightly longer stories for adults.
I was born in a mild, caring, newly air-conditioned room at St Leonards in the Royal North Shore Hospital. I was brought home to a small unit with my newly burped face and bum. I was born a boy and remain so to this day. Many years later, I left school under a cloud of drama and exasperation and started work. It was very smelly being an apprentice butcher, and I've been lucky to enjoy many careers since: sales, music, driving, media, talking, listening, and yelling- all sorts of things.
Why is this website here?
I was drawn to blogging after having both legs removed after an unfortunate skydiving accident. Not only didn't the chutes open, I bounced for two miles down a lonely country road and ended up lodged into a wasp nest up in a tree. The bites actually brought me back to life, and to this day I pay homage to those little bitty things. My legs have been replaced, and aside from the odd squeak, I get about fine.
I have managed to resurrect some of the older, more random posts and rearranged some others. Now, of course, while each short story may reside in unpleasant situations, each of the tasty morsels, including the rants, lists and observations are aimed at a mature audience. Sadly, they appear rather immature at times.
Despite warnings and common sense, I may write some more. For example, as I'm now a retired gent, I've lots of thinking to do, and even though I can't type or spell, I've more writing to do. Basically, I love tinkering about, new stories, new themes and various hurdles along the way. Lots of things are causing me stress along the way.
Does anyone other than you actually read it?
The first thought is no, but you are aren't you 🙂
Will you keep writing and fiddling about with alan crawford com au?
Yes! ... I'll keep going, some ranting, some laughing, indeed a change of theme and the ongoing tinkering will continue.
