About Vermin of the Internet
Not actual vermin. I like actual vermin. Rats are intelligent, clean, and mostly just trying to get by.
I'm talking about the other kind.
The grifters. The fear merchants. The pseudoscience peddlers. The people who sell £30 bottles of vitamin D with a countdown timer and a fake Harvard logo. The "neuroscientists" who wrap common sense in jargon and sell it back to you as a protocol. The Facebook ads narrated by Tibetan monks who don't exist, selling lymphatic resets they've never heard of.
These aren't innovators. They're the snake-oil salesmen of old, updated for the algorithmic age. They used to move from town to town. Now they change company names, spin up a new Shopify store, and reach millions before breakfast.
This site is the room in the pub where I pin the bastards to the wall.
Who I Am
I'm a 71-year-old Welshman living in the Italian Alps. I got online thirty years ago through a screeching 2400 baud modem. One of the first things I found was the Dead Parrot sketch, stored on a server in Australia. That internet, slow, text-based, and not trying to sell me anything, is still the one I believe in.
I write about birds, retirement, and my childhood in Swansea at Cats and Birds and Stuff.
Disclaimer
Nothing here is medical, legal, or financial advice. It's one man pointing at things and saying "look at this." If you need real advice, consult a real professional. If you want scepticism and the occasional laugh, you're in the right place.