#NewMusicFriday 30/08/2024
I recorded the show really early this week (Bank Holiday Monday) because the week was going to be very busy – including a visit to Lord’s for the cricket with… Continue Reading
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#NewMusicFriday 10/05/2024
Compressing a working week into four days is never a great idea when there’s so much going on at work and around work. I ended up pre-recording the show about… Continue Reading
#NewMusicFriday 29/03/2024
It’s been a strange and difficult week, and recording yesterday’s show was fitted in between fretting about something (more of that later), manic day job, and trying to put together… Continue Reading
Freehand – writing without thinking
Listening to myself on the radio right now (I have grown to like the sound of my voice, and never had to grow into loving the music I love, because… Continue Reading
The trailer – and the sale
As you might expect, I’ve put together a book trailer for The Mortality Code. I must admit I think the music, which I didn’t write, is rather splendid. The other thing… Continue Reading
Finally, a redesign
I’ve been working on this for more weeks than I care to remember, and now it’s finally complete. No, not yet another new piece of writing, but my web site…. Continue Reading
Incomplete
This time last year, I was writing the final daily chapter of Aggie’s Art Of Happiness. I’d also just had a tooth out. I’d blogged every day of 2022, and felt… Continue Reading
enclose
moved. wrap. console. the empty space. spaces. blank. vacant. nothing here. bones as sand. all that. white. is pause. wrap. no heart beat. dust. arms. stretched. open. empty. nothing to… Continue Reading
Chase
Always after the quick fix, The immediate solution To problems, To pain, To illness, To everything. He chases the grail of Perfection. Everything has to Be just so. There must… Continue Reading
Magenta
These days, it ebbs And flows, My magenta mood, The colour of melancholy, Fear, lack of belief, A sense Of senselessness. Today is a day when The mood is a… Continue Reading