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Hello, and thanks for dropping by. I’m Graham Kidd.
Not THE Graham Kidd, just A Graham Kidd. There are lots of me, apparently. More than you might imagine.
Born in 1953 in Liverpool, I now live with my partner, Sarah, in coastal North Wales, having moved here in 1991. I have one married son, Patrick, who lives in New Jersey.
I retired in May 2009, and now do some voluntary work, and try to contribute to the life of my local community to the best of my limited abilities.
Music, cinema and especially photography (one of the few things I take seriously) take up a lot of my time. I’ll listen to many varied kinds of music, especially performed live. I’ve no musical ability whatsoever, though, despite an aching desire to be able to play an instrument, any instrument, but even the triangle is beyond me. Dancing, likewise, is utterly out of the question; the absurdity of it makes me twitch in a self-consciously ridiculous manner.
I identify with the UK politics of the Left, or what remains of it, and am an active, card-carrying member of the Labour Party. I am a devout, practising atheist.
A life-long supporter of Liverpool Football Club, hereafter referred to as “The Mighty Reds”, I was a massive disappointment to my dear, late father, who supported The Other Lot.
On top of all that, I try to be a decent human being. I hope I succeed. (Feel free to disagree.)