Okay, okay, you got me, my name isn’t really Chirpy. It’s Adam, but Adam is a fairly dull, uninspiring name (fuck off, Christians) so I adopted Chirpy somewhere back a few years ago as the name I use for myself in autobiographical stuff. If I need a made-up surname too, it’s Wilberforce. Chirpy Wilberforce.
You’re probably here because you’re bored of all that regular travel writing with flowery descriptions, reviews of hotel restaurants and posts about inspirational gap years and new lives as ex-pats.
I don’t do that stuff. I do fun and light-hearted and sarcastic. The only restaurants I write about are ones in which I may or may not masturbate.