A tune about being bitten by the candy kitten she's got claws on each corner and fangs at the front once bitten twice smitten.

Each evening, I typically inquire of the woman at my nearby store, "What's been going on in your day?" Her usual response is, "Oh, not too much." I consistently follow up with, "You have my blessing to embellish," although she never takes me up on the offer.

Greta has an almost impossible sales pitch. She's demanding that the incredibly rich abandon those expensive pieces of kitsch. They fly to the cop-out climate meetings in their Learjets and show no sign of regret. Her gargantuan glitch is trying to move these people toward the green dream of a beggar's itch. However, these dinosaurs who block destiny's drawbridge are mega-rich and have no intention of surrendering any of their Kardashian kitsch. To quote Churchill sardonically, 'Never was so much owed by so many to so few.

A song I wrote for a beautiful friend of mine who without trying casts her long shadows of perfection over all of us. We call her Angel Face .

The booze has dammed the soul of many a Keltic kin once upon a life time ago we were the Gunga Din.

After listening to an enquiry about the death of Dr David Kerry in the scandal of the weapons of mass destruction in the Iraq war the prime minister stood rather like Judas when he was asked by a reporter "do you have blood on your hands " Jerusalem and the middle east has been in countless wars destroyed many times and taken over by countless crusaders, The quote after his middle Eastern debacle was that the first casualty of war is always the truth .

A little song I wrote on the 10.58 York to London train its about our celestial beauty queen the one we call little Jannine she seems to have a soul like a neutron star it keeps on pulsating energy and a light so bright, we men are like dead and dying black dwarfs in the darkness of space keep on burning girl don't stop rocking!!.

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 have found their symbiotic status quo.

The third slave uprising of Rome was crushed a hundred thousand men lay dead on the battlefield and another six thousand were crucified along the appian way and left to rot as carrion crow fodder a lesson for anyone else minded to rebel against the might of Rome.

If ever you should take a drink with a witch make sure you leave the very same night before the break of day or the dawn of light by which time you might just find yourself in a very unfortunate plight of being subjected to her JuJu cat's emasculation bite that leaves you as some sort of strangely sculptured hermaphrodite