suddenly, baccyflaps

fuck your own chicken

Welcome, long-expected traveler, to my website. My name is rmf and I invite you to use the above menu to navigate to a mess of written things -useful, useless and otherwise- by me and others, a varied collection of sound and picture to delight the senses, and a photo diary I keep of holidays, events and some other things.

Part of the reason this website exists is my longing back for the golden age of the personal homepage, a time when denizens of the Web built their websites to spread knowledge around, talk about their interests, or reach out to others. The Net was at that point a roiling cauldron of anarchy - more living, more human, still unhomogenised and unbought. It felt to me more social than any social networking gizmo could ever hope to be. Perhaps, some bright day, the Internet will regain its humanity; will bide its time until that moment comes.

On this homepage you'll occasionally stumble across discarded scraps of what was once (and, in some cases, still is) my ego. If you're having none of that, you can go straight to the baccyflap page.

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