ABOUT

Aaron Jackson is:

A fictional creation, based on fact.

A descendent of a long-established line of North-eastern wolves and monsters of dark Baltic immensity.

Following his big mouth South, he escaped 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 neither his native country nor his native language.

Joined a brotherhood of Northern Barbarians and wrote shared paeans to Zen brutality on the rivers that made Engels gasp and Rome weep.

Saw the hippopotamus.

(Which turned out to be pink.)

Clung 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.