Writer and Artist
So now you’ve got to the point where you’ve had enough, done enough, know enough. You don’t need to learn…
One from the archives – a game I wrote for the Spectrum in 1983 Might do a T Shirt or…
Everything is ordinary, birth, life, death, flying, swimming, running, climbing. That’s what this world is. You can take any one…
I’m just an ordinary bloke and I used to be a vegan. Is that a contradiction? Can you be a…
Today is my 66th birthday. Because of the conditioning we gather from the weird cultural sewer we all bob around…
(i) As the planets roll I am caught in a bubble on the sub-atomic motorway Trundling at the speed of…
They say that art is sweat and tears You have to work at it for years You have to burn…
Saturday-Bloody-Morning Christmas coming fast Should have been here Tuesday Wednesday, Thursday night perhaps The world has got a problem Only…
This is something I wrote nearly 24 years ago after attending an event at the Hay-On-Wye Festival Of Literature. Saturday…