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

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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...

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

08/12/2021 So I got up early as we had a planned Tinseltown gig at The Clock Tower. These are little pop-up gigs that the Arts Team host,...

Never Dispose of a Body in Tidal Waters It can obviously be a temptation, especially if you feel the corpse to be suitably weighted and...

So as we move in to 2021 it's time to reflect on the plague year that has been. It's probably safe to say that 2020 will be a year that...