G’day! You’re probably assuming the Platypus Man is an Australian, in which case you’ve been had!
I’m English and live in the UK. “Platypus” is a mischievous red herring on my part, although “man” is accurate. My other half, Mrs P, reckons “grumpy old man” would be even more accurate, and who am I to argue?
The story of why I blog under the name of Platypus Man is told here. If you are crazy enough to be interested in my back-story, I wrote a couple of posts in May 2020 that offer glimpses of my past, and provide links to tother relevant posts. Those posts are Liebster Award Part 1, and Liebster Award Part 2. Read and enjoy…or maybe not!
This weekly blog is very different from its road trip predecessors. It sets out to record the reflections of the Platypus Man in his 64th year and beyond, and pretentiously claims its remit to be life, the universe and everything. However the main focus is on UK travel and wildlife, along with bits of history, social commentary and moans about the injustice of aging. I can guarantee a few laughs, and also the occasional rant. Some of it’s even quite well written!
I’m not so vain as to believe that anyone will ever read what I write. The value of this blog is entirely selfish, in that it is a vehicle that will drive me to continue thinking – and writing – at a time in my life when most things seem like too much trouble. Other than that, Now I’m 64 is entirely pointless. Which, I suppose, is the point.
The Platypus Man, January 2020 (updated June 2020)