A slide into swinging …

I recently linked my in-car audio system to Spotify. How rock n’ roll am I? I often create my own montage of hits whilst thumping the steering wheel and singing aloud, or just humming when I don’t know the words. I’ll even fess up to getting a few lyrics totally wrong, although to be fair … Read more

Scratching my balls: one of life’s timeless pursuits

Scratching my balls this morning, scrolling through the bollocks that is Facebook I came across a football post. To be more precise, a reminisce of Notts County. For those who have met me, or somewhat surprisingly have become my friend on Facebook and neither of us know how the fuck this actually happened, you will … Read more

Titanic and me: my iceberg conscience

Cutting a solitary figure, standing at the very edge of the now decommissioned dock in Belfast where the then largest movable structure on Earth ever built was launched one-hundred and nine years earlier, and over half a century before I was born, I looked as far out to sea as I possibly could. My isolation, … Read more

Peter Pan in black & white

I wouldn’t say that I enjoyed the complete roller-coaster ride whilst bathed in glorious sunshine in Nottingham yesterday. I shouted, until I lost my voice, jumped up and down like a proverbial jack in the box and hid the tears under my shades at the end. Aged 58 I have abandoned any desire to be … Read more