About me.

The name’s David Alderson, but you can call me Dave.

Born and bred in God’s Own Country, otherwise known as Yorkshire, I’ve got a flat cap on me head, a strong brew in me hand, and a lifetime’s supply of sarcasm at the ready.

I am  a Yorkshireman with a particular fondness for strong tea, spaniels, and grumbling about the weather.

Below: This is my spaniel, Merlin. You probably see quite a lot of him in these pages.

If you're looking for a cheerful, optimistic soul, you've probably come to the wrong place. I'm the embodiment of Yorkshire grit, with a healthy dose of pessimism thrown in for good measure.

I've lived my entire life in Yorkshire, and let me tell you, it's a place where the wind howls like a banshee and the rain falls in buckets. Perfect for a grumpy old sod like me.

On this site, you’ll find my musings, rants, and maybe the odd nugget of wisdom, though I won’t be held responsible if you take any of it seriously. Whether you’re here for the Yorkshire banter, the no-nonsense advice, or just to see what an old grump like me has to say, you’re welcome to stick around.

When I'm not complaining about the weather, I enjoy a good pint of Yorkshire bitter, watching the rugby, and arguing with the neighbors about the state of the world.