From the top of the double decked omnibus you get to see all sorts in the morning before. School or work! Husbands standing outside their front doors,coffee and cigarettes in hand bestowing passers by with a hearty ‘hulloo’ mothers dragging their offspring like dropped jackets in the playground because of their unwillingness to get dressed … More Morning in the North

Last night I was asked to write a poem about the sufferings of Christ on a stick! I was given the instructions to be as gruesome as I could possible get without being blasphemic. Below is my attempt to do justice to the brief I was given. Remember, it’s NOT a serious ode to anything … More Allow me to wax lyrical

Whilst never judging (don’t laugh) anyone for their stupidity, I find myself at the thick edge of the wedge every now and again. Oh alright, I lied! I’m judgmental most of the time, aren’t we all? How many times have you criticised the validity of the parentage of another road user, or the worth of … More Like Clockwork