Hello dear reader, you have reached the traditional "about me" page.

My name is Harry, I'm a website editor and journalist currently working mainly in the field of interactive entertainment. What's interactive entertainment? It's a posh way of saying videogames, which sounds a bit childish and people in the business like to pretend we're all grown up.

They aren't fooling anyone.

Any road up.

Though originally from Manchester I now live in West Dorset with my beautiful wife and our three gorgeous little children. Life is settled - relatively - after quite a few shaky years, which are chronicles within these very pages.

When I began this site it was originally just to play host to some Lancaster University reunion articles I had written with my friend Jimbo. After a while the site great and became the personal journal it is today. Along the way it changed url a few times before settling on one based on my name.

The period of my life which is covered by this blog is one that features many changes in my life, lots of joy and unfortunately plenty of sadness too. When I began writing this nonsense I still lived in my hometown of Manchester where I'd returned after graduating from Lancaster. I had worked in various jobs before settling into the role of website editor for a variety of companies. Along the way I'd written and editing for such publications and sites as IGN, Gamespot, FGN Online, PS2Faction, Supanet, Xploder, Telefragged, Boomtown, MCV, CTW and Daily Radar.

At the beginning of 2005 I had the complete joy of meeting and falling in love with Lanie, a wonderful beautiful soul. Within a few months we had rented a place together in West Finchley in London and made plans for our wedding. That wedding - which was to occur in September 2006 - was further complicated by us expecting twins. By then we were living near Brentwood in Essex and our wedding was a wonderful joyful experience despite many obstacles in our way. The chronicle of our relationship from its earliest days can be found here.

After a topsy turvy decade following my graduation from university I had found peace, joy and happiness with an amazing girl who was just as crazy about me. And that was where one should write "and they lived happily ever after" and leave it at that.

But we didn't live happily ever after. Not remotely. On March 10th 2007 we welcomed our twins into the world, Patrick and Kitty. This was a day of joy unbound for both of us. But the very next day it turned to horror. Thanks to mismanagement, negligence, laziness and neglect on the part of the consultant and nursing staff at St. John's Hospital Chelmsford Lanie died. She bled to death alone because the nursing staff failed to check on her, and she was in that weak position because of the dreadful "care" given by her consultant over the preceding weeks.

My world fell apart.

I was all alone, without my beautiful Lanie and was given no time to grieve because I had two little babies to look after. I won't dwell over this time here - you can fill in the blanks of the horror that unfolded for me, the anguish I felt. Looking after one newborn baby is hard for a couple. Looking after twins as a grieving father and trying to hold down a job is an almost impossible task and within two months it had broken me.

I was lucky though. Some wonderful friends stepped into the breach and took the twins for a break for a few weeks, fostering them so I could spend time dealing with my own wounds, to try to heal. I suppose I was naive to believe that one could heal in six weeks, but it seemed like a good plan.

Life has a very strange way of throwing the unexpected your way. That time while the twins were being fostered was all about me trying to get my head round what had happened and deciding on what was best for the future for myself and my two children. What actually happened during this time was I met and fell in love with an amazing girl called Jo.

Now that's a surprise. And this particular adventure is chronicled here.

As if life wasn't complicated enough I ended up engaged to Jo. And there we were, engaged and building a little family from the fragments of our lives - me, Jo, Patrick and Kitty. Just to complicate things further Jo was a full time Anglican Curate. That meant I wasn't just marrying that wonderful saucy wench, I was also marrying a bunch of church busybodies - many of who actually sought to destroy our relationship (if life has taught me anything, it's taught me there's none so bitter as disgruntled Christians). In the centre of all the craziness that surrounded our life there was a core of two people who were crazy about each other and had a love strong enough to endure all the madness.

And there was more madness to come. We had a wonderful wedding and I looked forward, once again, to a "happy ever after." No we didn't get it. Not right away anyway. The year following our marriage saw us suffer a miscarriage and get flooded out of our home in Northolt (West London).

Since then, life has calmed down. In July 2009 our family was joined by baby Will - without doubt the cheeriest little bundle of naughtiness this world has seen. We've settled in West Dorset and are really happy here. Our three children are happy, full of life and we feel we've found a home.

And it seems finally I can say, "and they lived happily ever after." After all, I think I'm owed one.