Perils of…ta-ra

So this is the end, my friend. It’s been an interesting experience. At least, it has been an interesting experience … More

Perils of… A Reluctant Poet

Shakespeare once said, ‘All the world’s a stage’. Well, at least it is at the Auction Room bar in Bedford … More

As I write this, I am hungover, and trying to forget that I sang live in a busy pub of … More

My earliest memory of the church? Confession. I confessed through fits of sobbing and coughing and, and, and funny pauses … More

Drawing people naked, or ‘Nude’, for the true artists out there. Now this will be a challenge. Firstly, I had … More

So drugs. Now, writing this one was strange for me. What if my Mum sees this? What if I accidentally … More

A Converting Carnivore. ‘Surely if slaughterhouses had glass walls, would not all of us be Vegetarians? But slaughterhouses don’t have … More

Going sober for (three weeks in) October. ‘I would go out tonight, but I haven’t got a stitch to wear…’ … More

With the dismal reminder we are destined to be ‘worse off than our parents’ hanging over the heads of our generation, I … More