A song I wrote after reading about a princess marrying a proper who her very royal family said was a scoundrel and a charlatan but they've decided to let love rule and after five years it seems tobe working .

A song for Big Manchester Pete, the hardest-looking man you'd ever meet, though his face may seem like it was made for a trick or treat, inside he had a big old heart that was as soft as a boiled sugar beet.

A quick song I wrote after learning that they'd put a camera in the little place where I sit and write which I found very unnerving to have an I spy or seeing eye way up upon high : but then the police departments are now deploying reaper drones with inferred night vision armed with Taser's loud speakers and spotlights into the night sky's above Los Angeles it's a brave new world.

A song I wrote today after seeing an old Keltic companion I haven't seen for a decade a true blue eyed raven headed Bretagne .

The Romans drove them to the furthest reaches of the kingdom so did Edward long shanks hammer of the scots who also stole their ancient kings destiny stone and put it under his own throne

Then By the act of supremacy Henry VIII made himself a god figure to rule over all kingdoms , and so you can understand by what they did why the Keltic people feel quite a mistrust towards Westminster and why they would like devolution.

A song I wrote after visiting my brother who lives in Thailand where I was struck by the close proximity of sin , every one of the seven deadlies were available 24/7 and the foreign tourist readily participated in the promiscuous perversions untill it became a normality.

A song I wrote whilst looking at the selection of sapiens on a train station I was wondering if we mixed all of them together as if they were paint in a garden shed, would we all end up resembling some khaki olive coloured bread or maybe a DNA glue that resembles a fudge fondue . All rights reserved

Another crazy song written for my god children about a packet of crisps they seem obsessed with songs about chrips but what can you do.

A song I wrote about a honey trap set by the KGB in 1955 using seductive dances from the Bolshoi ballet a British naval attache with the nickname miss Mary was cought in a homo sovieticus sexpionage of seduction just a hairs breath from the world famous Ballet theatre the soft cell take down was nick named Brandy at the Bolshoi.