I live by the sea But I have yet to meet Master Bates Or Roger the Cabin Boy Seaman Stains And I are good friends Through him I have met His Australian friend Captain Pugwash

On a wet afternoon in Paris I popped into a cinema To catch a movie It was a thriller About a kidnapper Who along with his hostage Is chased around the streets Near this cinema By a the father of the child The ending is not a happy one As the kidnapper Is pushed under […]

Mr Pickwick and Sam Weller Visited the Yarn Market in Dunster And Buckfast Abbey in a single day Their dog Rufus Accompanied them On their journey

Some transgender people take cross-sex hormones to help change their physical characteristics and relieve distress about their body not aligning with their gender identity Some people die screaming of terrible diseases that are not of their choice I know which of these people I would include in my prayers

I sometimes think that the wrong side won the war When I survey the debris of our beloved city To say that a decay has taken place Is a great understatement As it is far worse than that We have been totally swamped By the polluted tidal waves Of successive years You knew nothing about […]

Dearest Basil I do hope that this short letter finds you well You will be happy to know that I am fully recovered from the beastly chill that I suffered from over the festive period Your letter I must admit amused me a great deal As I have never before been asked about the origins […]

What are you reading A book of short stories By Martin Po Are they good Yes At present I am reading a story Called Lake Side Is it set near a lake No that is the name of a small boat Which is hired out by a group of friends It is very much like […]

I met Leon on one of our Alpine walks He was part of another group That had taken a slightly different route Right from the start we hit it off As we both collected Alpine flowers For our future sketches and watercolours When the holiday was over we sadly parted I cried and there was […]

I often film crowds scenes It helps me to realise That I am not the only cunt In this the city of my birth

I frequently write poems when facing the sea But these poems do not always work for me So I leave my notes on the beach As later gifts for the sea I often bitterly regret this