I am in the middle of the sky. melbourne soccer stadium is the size of my thumb. There is ... Read more [...]

    These festivals, the international ones, have a flavour of their own. The flight took twenty two hours. I am ... Read more [...]

Spain was a blast. We stayed in Oliva about one and half hours from Alicante towards Valencia on the north east coast facing the Mediterranean sea. The sea was boisterous and warm. The GF had a relaxing time and today, the day after our return, the GF boards the Euro tunnel to Paris for a few days off with friends. While she’s there I will be flying off to Melbourne on 27Th. Nuts. Read more [...]

"Hurray Hurray It's a holi-holiday/ What a world of fun/for everyone/Holi Holiday" Boney M. In some ways the comforting words Allahu Akbar may not be so comforting on easyjet. How come saying Allah is Great has become an international threat. I wonder what the reaction would be if on my easyjet flight to Alicante I shouted in the language of the Koran "Allahu Akbar" would people say "yes lad he is, now shut up". Read more [...]

I can be in any bar in England and there is one sure fire subject that can bring people to blows. Read more [...]

I write my blogs for myself. I know it's selfish. Its more of a self log - a SLOG - than a blog. But then again I suppose it must be a blog because it is on the web. A WEB-LOG.  Or a WE-BLOG. I blog. Read more [...]

Strangely enough I woke this morning and wrote the beginnings of a poem. Writing poetry is the only talent I have. It takes so much energy to try not to sabotage it that i find myself too tired to write. Arf Arf. Read more [...]

Well this is what is on my mind today. The first 11 years were spent with brutal christian zealot foster parents. I was in childrens homes from 11 to 18. At 18 I was given a letter marked 1968 from a file. It was from my mother pleading for my return. I was also given my birth certificate and I was placed in a small flat in poets corner Atherton Lancashire. Number 21 Cowper Avenue. Read more [...]

I am just about to go to my first gig on a bike. How ace is that. It’s the shoreditch festival – about a mile away and I’m performing a one man show called “something Dark”.

Thing is when I do a reading at the request of some organisation I don't regard spending my time chasing payment as a part of the transaction. It's just not fair. Its the principle of it. And its been fun. Like a poke in the eye with a wet stick.. That kind of fun. Read more [...]