I wrote the first verse of this song in 1982 and the last 2 verses in 1994. It is an interesting song about the Holy Spirit that has stood the test of time.

I remember an old lady who I looked after when I worked in a hospital. She had no surviving relatives and was particularly distressed about having no one to grieve when she died.

I have spent many years learning to cope with my own depression and helping other people with their's. I came to the conclusion that mental illness is basically unhappiness.

I wrote this song about a drug addict who I met begging for money in Victoria Coach Station in London.

I wrote this poem about a friend who had several relationships with women but frequently left them and seemed to be happy living on the streets of London.

A poem I wrote about a tramp who used to live on Northumberland Street in Newcastle. He disappeared after 1992 and I understand his name was Tom and he was killed by a car near Newcastle Airport.

...'the blind can't help the blind' sort of situation...

I was diagnosed with pre-cancrous bonemarrow and the doc said "quality of life was important".My husband denied it was happening and said"If you need treatment I think you should just refuse."I fel