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When I was young I had a twin that did all the naughty stuff. She looked and sounded just like me but she was mad and bad, a beautiful, mystical...

The hangover was catching up on me. I needed my session in the machine. How long before that git of a man managed to fix the damage he’d done – would...

You were the world., once, my little exhaustive flame. intangible, ever living. You burn into a smothering space, wax-ridden, glazed. there will be...

In the silence we seek, one often finds a small hum that keeps harmony buried deep within the soul and comforts us, enlightens us and prepares us for...

Metal has a sound that sings shrilly through the nights and days. To my ears it is the most harmonious thing I ever heard.

"At the end of the day it may well have all come down to which gave out first - my body or my resolve." What follows is a fictionlised account of real events, part autobiographical, part biographical, and part Dickens documentary.

"Stick it on the company credit card" Jed says, laughing. His cleaner is making him a sandwich while he’s on his lilo, Skyping. He’s talking to his...

Chapter 10 Baildon Moor, October 1993 The drive to Buttershaw and back took nearly an hour despite the Sunday traffic – guilt made me drive under the...

I pulled into the tiny church car park, blocking Jimmy’s car in. Leaping out I bolted for the church, hoping he hadn’t locked the door, unsure of how...