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An English king's breakfast could consist of swine flesh, embryos , fungi ,congealed blood , kippers, herring's, pike , roach various birds venison, cockles , pilchards .  when thinking about the Buddhist belief of reincarnation wouldn't it be a devine justice if these gargantuan gluttonous came back as screaming red faced tomatoes in a vegan salad .

The little amusing sketch I wrote about a dinner party listening to the girls talking about their men servants

A short sketch I wrote and recorded this morning, it's about my milky white male friends who are quite terrified of their wives , our Saturday quiz is usually when we men huddle together and bitch about them and the street, still were quite fearful of these power crazy wives who all have top jobs and jack boots.

A short story loosely based upon my parents contempt for each other even after their divorce, one being a bombastic BBC with the soul of queen Boudicca and the other a drink dependant dipsomaniac .

A little musing for my friend's daughter who yesterday arrived for lunch at a fancy restaurant then stormed out half way through her beetroot salad eyes flashing blue lighting an doors thunder clapping behind her , another typhoon in a tea cup

The song written for a friend called James who started cross dressing in his late 40s which to some may seem crazy at such a late stage of life but ultimately it was a very brave statement to make and now his soul and sentience seem to found their symbiotic status quo.

A song written about my rolly Polly fat flat mate who lost a massive amount of weight becoming ever so serious and slim , I on the other hand have taken his place becoming fat and happy obviously morphing to the company I've kept .

The big bang is a short story I wrote about the wine soiree that took place in a very milky middle class District of Harrogate , with a soon tobe sommelier and a selection of Christian friends who once they'd had sufficient drink began to diverge towards their deviants that really they should have left caged in their craniums .

A short song written for my god daughter lily was just becoming a teen and like myself her parents seemed to be going through a little bit of hell and high water of a midlife crisis it all feels very unnerving.

A short song about the mixing of different bloods in America with the pioneers and the native Indians and what a terrifically strong tribe of people they produced , one Indian chief whose mother was a white pioneer Cynthia Ann Parkers was especially feared as a Comanche chief due to his incredible toughness and savagery which by all accounts came from his mother.