My bother sent me over some old photos he found of me in my teens. They capture the euphoric moment when I escaped the tortuous confines of the schooling system and started to explore the possibilities of real life, fuelled by the manifestos of punk and new wave. My bedroom walls were adorned with band posters along with classic Hammer Horror images, I was pulling together my first band ( Fae Jane & The Burning Docs ), and I had wheels – my beloved Honda 125. This new found f

I first met our friend Huw back in 1979 when he was my Biology Lecturer at St Albans College of Further Education. I had messed up my O...

We recently spent a week on the Île de Ré with family and friends, a relaxing escape, just gentle excursions and fine wine-tinged meals...

It was lovely to be back playing in a field at The Gathering (Good Times N Tha) down in Devon. We played late afternoon on a sunny...

Let’s get the downers out of the way first. A shaky start to the year for sure. Losing David Johansen and Brian James in the space of a...

When you are a kid, a year represents a small fraction of your upcoming lifetime, or so you hope. At sixty-two, and with a recent history...

S.A.D. kicked in around mid-September this year. I start falling asleep in front of the telly and can spend the first hour of the day...

Harold Wilson once quipped that a week is a long time in politics, and no truer example has there ever been than the last week of US...

27/04/2024 I’m walking through town and catch my reflection in a shop window, black coat, Breton jumper, black cap. Hollow cheeks and a...

These chapters end and leave us bereft. We tell ourselves and each other that it was a blessing, there was surely only suffering ahead,...

I was born in 1962 which means this year I will turn 62. I’m thinking I may get a new tattoo. Apparently, in numerology, the number 62 is...

So, it’s been a year since I entered the dark castle of Watford General Hospital to dispose of my cancerous kidney. I remember it being...

I know I can find myself being uncompromisingly honest on occasion and then reprimanding myself the following day. Maybe I shouldn’t...

I popped over to Welwyn Garden City today – just fancied a different Sainsburys in a different town. The sun was shining, and I hadn’t...

I see these people – same generation as me – who’s hearts were first captured by Glam Rock, who idolised Bowie, Iggy, Lou, Marc and the...

Sixty-One – there it is, done and dusted, dozed off in my teens and woke up in the third age! Old guard folk-punk-poet in his senior...

Once upon an April night I awoke to a terrible pain that ran from chest to abdomen and doubled me up in an excruciating knot. The...

It’s been a strange month. You know how sometimes random things seem to be connected, like there’s some meaning to it all. It’s like...

Chatting to Mark about revolutionising the digital music industry, next highs, occasional lows and the cool, crazy world of The Pocket...

I have received word that my little book - The Sound of Revolution – has been accepted into the National Poetry Library. It’s a sweet...