An Ordinary Bloke writes about (not) being vegan
I’m just an ordinary bloke and I used to be a vegan. Is that a contradiction? Can you be a…
Writer and Artist
I’m just an ordinary bloke and I used to be a vegan. Is that a contradiction? Can you be a…
radical writers gather at the dylan thomas centre on wednesday night in early march during st david’s week also known…
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…
Today we went to the National Museum of History at St Fagans, a village on the western outskirts of Cardiff.…
it goes like this whooooosh Sometimes it goes like this piiiiiing or pinnnnng you understand me don’t you? there are…
As a vegan of over twenty years and a vegetarian of more than twenty years before that, one of the…