To begin with,

I was the second child of two teachers, in a railway town in the Midlands. I remember how odd it was to learn to read and write: numbers seemed relatively simple. Eventually we moved to a bigger house, in a suburb of the county town, and I went to the local grammar school. Over the next seven years, I developed an interest in the nature of the wider world . And eventually I went to the University of Oxford on a grant and a scholarship to read physics. As a curious outsider, I soon became disillusioned with their approach to physics, though. I found work in a factory, as a gardener, as a postman and in an office; and I studied mathematics with the Open University, getting a first and then a masters. But I became suspicious of the justification for the Axiom of Infinity, and I ended up studying philosophy at Glasgow, getting a distinction in my masters and a grant to study for a doctorate: I will be back in Glasgow this September. However, I am becoming disillusioned with analytic philosophy. And I have never liked the idea of teaching something that I do not believe in. Whereas, finding out that I was wrong about something always seemed to me to be more of a gain than a loss. In short, I have decided to start blogging (I will not be trying to force my thoughts into an analytic style, in the hope of comments correcting my thoughts rather than my style, which will hopefully improve over time :-)