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Looking at my Godson watching The Lion king I cast my mind back to childhood when I first saw a pathetic beast that was being used as a pet come guard dog in a scrap yard , chained toothless clawless and castrated it died of pneumonia due to cold and cruelty, man should leave these beautiful creatures on the Savannah where they belong not cage them as a curiosity.

A song wrote about a mafia boss who was born in Le panier Marseille the last bastion of Beelzebub , he then rose to become France's ultimate crime Capo Di Capo lasting fifty years before being gunned down in Paris for an old corsican vendetta all rights reserved .

A song I wrote with a slight american twang for Big Manchester Pete the hardest looking man you were ever likely to meet his face was made for a trick or treat but inside he carried a big old heart that was softer than a boiled swede of sugar beet . All rights reserved

Living our lives as nocturnal belfry bats fuelled by booze and nose gay narcotics we'd flutter back at dawn after sharing shrink spiel and serotonin Smarties at all the high octane piss and powder parties in H-gate is there any wonder that we all became neurotic suffering from nervous breakdowns and depression the Spanish au pairs around at that time always sounded and sang similar to Carmen Miaranda rolling their R's like a pair of castanets . All rights reserved

A song I wrote for a crazy young girl who's beauty could have caused Aphrodite to scream a blue rage of jealously and it was fairly obvious to see her maker man was OCD and once you're under her spell you just can't break free . all rights reserved.

A song I wrote for Nina's birthday she's lock down with covid and the kids a soft swing song to say we all do love you take care xx All rights reserved.

The Belles Angels a song I wrote for a bunch of hell raising Harrogate girls all leather and lace they murdered every midnight hour slaking an slaughtering sobriety , to all those super sexy Ladies college girls I say God bless you all . All rights reserved

A short song I wrote about riding aboard the busiest train in Europe the 7.32 Woking to Waterloo 100 million passengers a year pass through Waterloo which makes for some terrifying or tantalising flesh to flesh points of view . All rights reserved.

This is a song I wrote for supertramp a friend who became homeless through drink one of the Montpellier mice , our band of bonhomie brothers who lived with such reckless abandonment to the stage where some would drink your bathroom cabinet dry aftershave aperitifs and cough medicine cognacs all round. Three days a week I take a coffee with the alcoholics I wrote this song whilst looking across at a homeless person living in a doorway of an abandoned gallery and think how fragile we are ...

A musing about wine , If you ever you're invited to a sommelier's soiree then you'll find that a lot of the wine tasting terminology sounds quite bizarre almost perverse at times a lot of the men sound as if pontificating about their ex lovers with phrases such as necking with a couple of Frenchie's or being tanned across the tonsils, all leathered and meaty, smoking a chocolate cigar a fast finisher a cheeky sharpener foxy and flamboyant very strange but they all have real meaning that the...