The world just lost a beacon as it enters one of its darkest hours.
I’m chatting online to a friend, ‘Teresa’, who’s off to Glastonbury festival. She’s a good friend and I like her a lot. She’s also very attractive, wild, intelligent, sexy, ‘out there’ and prone… Continue reading
As I drove over a hill in southern Snowdonia on an August afternoon in 2013 I was struck by the wonderful site of Lake Mwyngil in the distance, the remnant puddle of a… Continue reading
The midnight train purrs at the Junction, waiting to transport its cargo of late-shifters and bleary-eyed post-work-pinters on their disparate journeys southward, to suburbia and beyond. A man rushes onto the train and… Continue reading
Older Than God Each week Like clockwork, The old boy Hits The old town Bars Chatting up the beauties, Strutting his stuff – Teaching the young bucks A thing Or two.… Continue reading
I found out it’s National Poetry Day here in the UK today, so I thought I’d write some lines and share them with a few pictures I took last night (this morning) down… Continue reading