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About Me

It began with illustration, scratched into stone. Then came speech, and with it, Fables and Fairy tale, Myth and legend. As the world evolved, mankind made music from sound and the balladeer was born, his mission to travel the land and turn historical event into rhyme.Whether song or portrait, prose or poetry, it all stems from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room; his need to reach out and touch the Devine. I live in this space, I long to reach out, to know the Earth’s name, and to capture it’s turning in the form of prose.

My Blog

SHORT STORY: The Sound Of Falling Sand

The Sound Of Falling Sand:My brush with knife crime   Bobert? BO-Bert?   Nick calls across the canteen. Sat behind a long plastic topped table, slouched in his  chair, he exudes the air of an offish...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 16:40:00 GMT

SHORT STORY: Where do we go, but nowhere

Where Do We Go, But NowhereEverything she said about you was true.    You sit down on the bed next to Frank, begin to cry. Shattered glass litters the carpet, spider web cracks on the wedding photos; ...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 16:38:00 GMT

Riding The Low

Like tequila? Then make sure to get yourself to a 'Riding The Low' gig, and you may very well get a swig of front man Paddy Considine's bottle. After conquering the world of acting with such cult hero...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 20:40:00 GMT

FRENCH KARAOKE

I have seen a darkness. Like 'Marlow', in 'Conrad's' 'Heart Of Darkness', as he adopts the pose of a Buddha, and leans against the mizzen-mast of the 'Nellie' recounting his journey into an un-named, ...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 23:51:00 GMT

SONGS TO SAVE YOUR LIFE

O.k., no one has asked, but just in case anyone is interested, but mostly because I think it important to establish such things in my own mind; if I should ever find myself stranded on a desert island...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Jun 2007 06:36:00 GMT

GIVE ME COFFEE AND TV

I like the idea of anarcho-primitivism, a world without social stratification, power structures and division of labour. An age in which we harvest our own crops, hunt by spear, and live in small, self...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 23:01:00 GMT

My own personel Iago

The human face is a miracle of design; no two are the same, yet it is the hallmark of our species, the stamp of our heritage and genetics, our main source of communication and our primary instrument o...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 14:17:00 GMT

HORNBYESQUE

Hornbyesque: A Tribute To All Things Nick Hornby   They call it a eureka moment; something strikes you, as though from on high, sparks a dormant trigger in your mind, and suddenly, beautifully, ...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 12:08:00 GMT

POP IS DEAD, LONG LIVE POP

Whenever I hear Radio one in the car, sit with my sister as she flicks trough music channels, or see a commercial for a debut release, Jo Whiley or Zane Low telling me how "Groundbreakingly  beau...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 21:00:00 GMT