A short song I wrote for a friend of mine who's going on a diet of just Curly wurlys for ten days good luck to him

A eulogy Grandfathers they're like old sentinels that stand  guard over us in our early infant years , stolid as grandfather clocks their old heavy hearts pendulum the rhythm of life into our new born ears

a mortal metronome that keeps a steady beat to the timpani of our tiny pattering feet.

Twenty years ago it came as quite a shock when someone we knew  became bisexual especially as they'd been such a lady killer and then became such a man eater, still what then seemed such a big squeal is now an every day done deal.

A song written for Todd aged 5 and his cat Sean the cat who's got terribly fat due to him being pampered to the point he now thinks he's a human.

A song I wrote this morning for Diane who ran a greasy box cafe in the favela , If cook's could kill then this greasy girl was definitely licensed to grill !! she's always standing by ever ready to kill your sense of humour with sarcasm or ease the stomach acid with her peppermint pill .

A Christmas Carol I wrote for Jeanine who always ends up with me or some other dreadful cousin come uncle for Christmas dinner that usually degrade and debouche ourselves in some dreadful manner due to drinking too much of the old and filthy.

a song I wrote whilst watching builders at work they seem to reduce your world to a rubble trouble you go from living in a home to caravan their two day builds turns into a two year course the city and guilds.

If you ever fall under the spell of a Jezabel then you will be lucky if you leave with your life every thing else will be ransacked and broken into pieces by these A morel Doomsday machines who don't even realise what they're doing.

a short song I wrote a couple of days ago whilst on a train back from London for a friend who's on a malteser diet.

A little ditty I wrote for lillian's birthday who was born on the first of may now aged nine .