ABOUT
Aaron Jackson is ….
… a fictional creation, based on fact; the natural-born heir of a long-established line of North-eastern wolves and monsters of dark Baltic immensity.
… someone who followed his big mouth South, only to escape the gravitational pull of two capitals to become a citizen of Mancunia.
Dyslexic, he went on to lecture and publish on England in English - which turned out to be not his native tongue or language.
Sworn into a brotherhood of Northern Barbarians who wrote shared paeans to Zen brutality on the rivers that made Engels gasp and Rome weep, he saw the hippotamus.
(Who turned out to be pink.)
Clinging by fingertips to bad holds over worse landings, navigating hell by the light of twinned heartbeats.
A qualified educator, published academic, author, and original musician who is fully aware that the best things he ever made had nothing to do with him.
He is / was as he is / does, which is why he doesn’t give out personal biographical information on the internet.
(And nor should you).
But he doesn’t lie, which is why all of the above is true.
And his star sign is blue.