I hear that ghost train rumbling along the track

These last few days putting black and white photographs onto my Face Book page have been pretty bought provoking. Starting with the obligatory dodgy selfie, I flew through the gothic styling of York Cathedral (with Emma) then up to SeaHouses for me dads portrait. Extremely poignant as his future is black and white. The weather … More I hear that ghost train rumbling along the track

Instant Karma

You know the score, blasphemy one minute, regret the next. If I were in a desert having a pop at the Christians, bugger all would happen to me from heaven above, but seeing as I’m at the top of my stairs one minute (cursing God for my choice of paint colour) then at the bottom … More Instant Karma