A short song I wrote about the monster munch crisps as a love song I did it whilst riding aboard a train the 11.34 from Bicester to London Marylebone station 12.38 recorded in two takes outside McDonald's in double quick time.

Her swan song is what you hear just before your love boat runs aground and the scent of sulphur be the final pheromone you smell as you slowly begin to drowned .

A tune for my godson Todd who's five years old it was inspired by listening to him talking about his modern dance class which involves quite a lot of acrobatics including parkouring from the kitchen table onto the floor then spinning round on his back hissing loudly like a fried egg or an angry snake.

They called her La Pucelle The maiden of steel

Joan of arc who saved France from the hundred years war with the English but as usual her own French nobels through tricks and treachery sold her back to the English after she'd won back France they charged her with cross dressing and heresy she was burned at the stake three times till her bones turned to dust but her legend never did rust. In 1909 at Notre Dame she was made saint by Pope Pius X and became a patron of freedom, France an feminism.

A short ditty written for the god Google children who now speak in fluent geek , the bible say's that the meek shall inherit the earth I think they may have meant to say the GEEK !!.

A song I wrote for a crazy young women who's beauty could cause Aphrodite to scream a red rage of jealously, its fairly obvious to see her maker man was completely OCD and once you're under her spell you just can't break free .

A short song I wrote after speaking to some old friends from way back they were all on the prozac or as we use to call it The Slow Smack due to them taking two weeks to work most of them are still on the smarties they feel fine all of the time.

A song I wrote for Nina in lock down with covid and the kids a soft swing .

A short song I wrote for a friend who now wants to be called THE BIG TECH JESUS . He stands six feet eight tall and states to everyone that he's THE NEW LORD OF LOVE .

Our fixation with fear is definitely here. We're living like mendicant monks. Our decadent café latte lifestyles are all defunct. This virus hangs about us like the prophecy of Macbeth, a new strain of the Black Death. This damnable COVID-19 has killed what was once a hedonistic dream. 'Project fear' is all we hear, bombarded constantly into our ears. We've become farmed fish, the human hen, all crushed together into a purgatory pen, pellet-fed by Auntie Bettie and Uncle Ben.