Short song written about a packet of chips not an task to try and work lyrics into such a simple insignificant thing but these are the things that children want so often cause one must obey.

Thirty years ago climbing aboard over night sleeper trains could turn into a complete disaster the vodka to Vladivostok the dickie Darlington the newkie brown night club, the Scots rail slangie, all these or most of them are now dry runs probably due to the terrible conditions people got themselves in.

A notorious one I climbed onboard was the Southampton slammer full of sailors just let loose from the ship what a nightmare should have been called the vomit express.

a short song I wrote for my god children on a train to London obviously the premise revolves around their favorite savory snack of the day "hula hoops" the things we do for love eh?.

A tune I wrote for a Bambi brown eyed girl who sells The big issue outside Morrisons I always end up giving her my money and then I give her the magazine back she only needs to inscribe that look of grief she could take the shirt from my back .

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 .

The green-eyed monster of sin, that schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within, its usually only seen in children as they exert their will to win ; the lowly leftover instinct of our anthropic ascension. However, this terrible traite can also be witnessed later in our lives when males begin to assert and dominate as the sexual stage arrives and our species needs to procreate .

A song written for a disabled soul who had the Bambi brown eyes of a faul

where my reflecting soul, must have resembled a Quasimodo piece of coal for whenever I looked at him he screamed a seagull squark and would rear back in fear.

A song about falling into destitution especially soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns. How easy it be to cast contempt , lest we forget our debt.

I also had a spell living on the street so when I here others throwing stones I cast them a curse.

It's a Witherspoon's Waterloo

A song for supertramp a dear friend who had a unique way of curing his halitosis by drinking your bathroom cabinet bare ,  mixing  aftershave aperitifs and cough medicine cognacs , but beware beware of the ambre solaire.

A quick song I wrote for lily's 13th birthday .

Senorita Liliana, they say

you were born in Nirvana

with a spirit and karma

as cool as the dalai Lama .

But I think your soul was made somewhere in Havana

ready for dancing away the nights on the copacabana.