This is it
This, of course, is to no one. This is just me babbling in the dark, somewhere in the depths of…
Writer and Artist
This, of course, is to no one. This is just me babbling in the dark, somewhere in the depths of…
Some Work in Progress There’s always a story. I was sitting in the studio staring at the walls, feeling despondent.…
Discovered this snippet in a ‘journal’ from a few years ago The other day I was reading something – or…
So now you’ve got to the point where you’ve had enough, done enough, know enough. You don’t need to learn…
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…
They say that art is sweat and tears You have to work at it for years You have to burn…
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.…