I was in my beloved Canterbury recently reading a rather hysterical article about toxic masculinity and white privilege in a magazine left by a previous customer. I was about to leave when two members of the church asked me if I knew whether I knew where Canterbury West Railway Station was (yes) and was it […]

Feeling Under the Weather What a fucking stupid way of describing feeling like shit. I had a cold and it just hung on – many people I know have had similar bugs and have not moaned about them. It was my turn which has fucked me off greatly Fuck Fuck Fuck I am a busy […]

It was a land of plenty that was suggested Not a country recovering from a terrible war Everything was soft and quite quite English Each day was a summers day with the fields green and full Women wore colourful cotton dresses with no thoughts of rebellion The simple were hidden as perfection was chased and […]

Time passes Time revealed Time spent Time is hollow Time is blind Time is

It is always surprising What you can find in a book Just stop the world And take time to look

Omar Khayyam

There was a door to which I found no key There was a veil past which I could not see Some little talk awhile of me and thee There seem’d – and then no more of thee and me

What of the empty hotels In winter resorts Where widows in weed Await their sailors return

I travelled with a German friend to a gallery in Canterbury Kent He was greatly impressed by a small painting in the style of Chagall It was called Angel over Canterbury and was incredibly beautiful I shared a coffee with Tomas not long afterwards and he asked me If I would mind if he referred […]

I spent my childhood in Japan A European boy in another country I was made to feel welcome by my fellows And became much fascinated by their culture But my one lasting memory now quite small Was waiting for my school train on spring days And watching the pastel pink and white blossom Fall gently […]