I won’t go into too much detail – they let loose the robots on me in the evening and I had my breakfast stolen by the man in the bed opposite me the next morning. Then I came home and lay in bed for a few days.
Author: Steve
This Could Be The Last Time
There is a stoic practice of imagining or doing an activity and thinking how it might feel if this were the last time you could do it. This doesn’t have to be a significant or profound task, you might be making a cup of tea…
Have You Seen These Sandals?
This is not my first encounter with french footwear filchery… but no one expects lightening to strike twice nearly 200km away and 30 years later!! What, I wonder, are the odds on that??
I (still) Have Cancer
I feel much more drawn to treatment. My attitude to the disease hasn’t changed but my outlook on life has.
Anatomy of a Photo
I doubt this is the second coming but it is, nonetheless, I think a powerful image
a new picture
I did a new picture on my iPad
Never Mind, Never Mind
The next gig took me back to the Apollo for the first time in a number of years. The scene of my first ever gig back in 1977 when I saw 10cc on their first tour sans Godley and Creme.
I’m Not. Like You.
This is a poem about my lack of importance.
I Can’t Help It If I’m Lucky
Fortune, good or ill, blows through our lives like the wind. We cannot control it.
I Got The Music in Me
It has been a long while since I found the time to record some music. This is simple enough but I like it.