Month: May 2015

I’ve been threatening to do a blog on the 8o’s for a while. I know I can be verbose and stretch a sentence into a page so I have decided to fragment the 80’s, a serialisation if you will. First up, the top 50 films of the decade, in my […]

If you can hold a stead upon your angry tongue, Choking on someone else’s ill informed untruth, If you can stay revenge’s readied hand, when it seems about to strike, Against lies and defamation, and slander so uncouth. If your body does not falter at the ebbing tide, Though emotions cramp every stroke, […]

There are definitive moments in your life, instances where you encounter something or someone for the first time and it will actually change your entire perspective, alter pre conceived ideas you may have previously held and make you feel incredibly humbled. I have had a few of these moments and […]

The worst thing about any form of loss is that horrible moment when you wake up, the gut wrenching feeling that strikes when you remember, and curse all Gods that not one saw fit to answer the prayer to take you. The relief that slumber brought, that emotional anaesthesia, that […]

“A solitary tear runs down your cheek, a cheek indeed. A salty mirror that reflects both your shame and my temporary wooden home. A bauble of regret that will evaporate far quicker than the years you stole, Children, grand and great, unseen, unkissed, how unkind. A part of me that […]

Room 101 was the infamous torture chamber in George Orwell’s ‘1984’. The prisoner is subjected to their worst nightmare or phobia, with the sole intent of lessening their resistance. You asked me once, what was in Room 101. I told you that you knew the answer already. Everyone knows it. […]

“I’ve received criticism recently that I am too deep, that my revelations and take on life are not welcome. That is fine. I have no issue with that. I am what I am but my writing allows me the chance for some cathartic release, it allows me to face my […]