Moan, moan, moan, that's all I ever do apparently. But what's wrong with that? It's therapeutic to get a good whinge off your chest. Some of the finest people in the world have been well-known for moaning. Like Victor Meldrew, Jack Lemmon & Walter Matthau, Statler & Waldorf, or Jeremy Clarkson.

In fact, Britain is officially a nation of moaners. It's a fantastic feeling: you vent your spleen, you sound off about whatever is getting your back up - and you feel a damn site better for it. So here I am, a fierce old dinosaur and happy to be one of life's big moaners.

I am Sir Moan-a-lot, on the express train to Moansville, capital city of the United States of Moan.

However, I'm not a moral crusader, I have no political ambitions, I belong to no pressure groups, I'm not an activist and I don't believe in isms - all I want to do is have a whine at the things that tick me off. Some people are never happy unless they've got something to moan about. That's me.

You may find my constant moaning tiresome, or think some of my views are somewhat extinct. But hey, sometimes it can have a positive impact - you've just got to know how to roar. So join me, and if you find something that jars a nerve with you, let me know and I'll share it with everyone else.

Be warned though, nobody is safe from the Fierce Dinosaur.

 

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