Month: June 2015

With every new terrorist atrocity you get the same knee jerk reactions, calling for vendetta like retribution, that ‘something’ must be done. It is always the same and invariably the same people that bang the same tired old drum with the same tunes, calling for action to be taken but […]

“Bullying Hands up who thinks they haven’t bullied someone. I bet there’s a few of you out there claiming you never have already. Rubbish. We all have at some point, though very few of us will ever admit to it for one simple reason. We were completely unaware we had […]

Behind mithril clouds, the moon plays hide and seek, The stars and I the only spectators to this heavenly chase. As ebony silk laps at my feet and bathes my mind, So far from home, I lay upon this Bala bank. It is three AM eternal, for sleep and I […]

All too often you hear people call for the return of National Service. A two year stint in the Armed Forces that will apparently cure all ills. The reasoning I suppose is sound, but the reality something completely different. Let’s look at the reasons why these calls are made in the […]

Nobody can go through life without encountering stress. It will happen to the hardest and softest of people but where it differs in every case is how the stress is handled. If you do not develop a sound technique for dealing with it then you are in serious trouble because […]

All my friends were there that summers day as we laughed, we drank and smoked, Maybe it was was always this way with friends, but in me is just evoked A question I needed answering, a truth I had to find What I really meant to them, and would they […]

No hidden lovers go there, giggling and petting, away from a parent’s prying eyes, Cupids playground is closed now, eviction served by a Swastika and machine gun. Overhead the children’s painted kites and the greedy gulls have taken their leave, Metal wings swoop now, not for half eaten sandwiches and discarded […]

Saddle sore and weary, I cast a glance to the sky, As I alight from my steed, my trusted mount. We stand aside, a whispered word of gratitude Acknowledged with the cock of an ear and the pursing of lips. Our journey now halted, postponed by natures call. I stare upwards […]

Saddle sore and weary, I cast a glance to the sky, As I alight from my stead, my trusted mount. We stand aside, a whispered word of gratitude Acknowledged with the cock of an ear and the pursing of lips. Our journey now halted, postponed by natures call. I stare upwards […]