writing

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.

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.

Legless

This is a poem and it is about my big brother who, it is fair to say, has been through a lot lately. We have become a lot closer in the past couple of years and this is meant to reflect that.
Ian, sadly died recently and I red this at his funeral.

He’s Misstra Know It All.

Don’t be fooled though, it has just learned more stuff than you, bit like Stephen Fry. The thing is though most of the time you don’t need to know it all, you just need to know enough to get by.

Know Your Place

You just have to take what life throws at you and deal with it

I Have Cancer.

Self Portrait

Time may be notionally marked by the number of days we have been alive but it’s marks are visible in the decay and decline of our bodies