The pseudonyms are gone! Bald Man Rants is dead*, Bald Man Poems is dead*.

Paul Hyland is here. Long live Paul Hyland!

Straight from the horse’s mouth, penned using the horses, eh, hoof. Actually, wait a minute, they shoot horses, don’t they? Well, that’s quite enough of that analogy. I’ll stand by what I say on here, unless I’m threatened with physical violence, at which point I probably won’t.

Knock knock, open wide,
see what’s on the other side,

Knock knock, any more,
come with me through the Magic Door.**

To find out more, click here!

* Well, not quite.

** Cheers Bosco!