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Sitting and Breathing

Towards the end of his life these two activities dominated my brother’s attention like no other.

Cancer Begone

This is a very pleasant way to start a new year. Despite everything that is going on I am very pleased that I will be spending more time on this wonderful planet.

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.

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.

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