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

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...