Explaining the name

Don't see this as me being condescending, for it is quite hard to do so when you are on the lowest rung of the (white, male, middle class and English) ladder. I'd just like to shed some more light on the name of my blog, ok?

Assuming that you've got the dictionary reference in the header, you'll have deduced that what I have isn't very much.

To be precise, at this moment in time what I have amounts to a crap job in the service industry, a degree that has so far left me five figures in debt and no place that I could call an abode.

Due to my on going battle with technology, I can't even write this on a laptop (I left it in a ditch in Cornwall), which means occasionally you'll find horrendous typos where my t9 has chosen the wrong word and I haven't noticed it. For reference this is called a Timpo, badly named after its inventor. Me.

Which leads nicely to the next part.

My surname is Horner. A name synonymous with curds and whey.

Unfortunately, stocks in curds and whey have been down in the last two centuries, which means every time someone asks my name it's misheard for 'Horn', 'Warne', 'Warner' (and so forth) until I drop the line, 'Like Little Jack...'.

So there you are, a bit more detail than you could ever have wanted about the name of a blog you came across by a guy you never would have wanted to meet.

I can get on with blogging until my thumbs fall off now.