These Demons

This will be the last time you read anything that my hands are capable of producing, from what my mind is capable of creating;

Critic and Mother

Critic and Mother P K Routray We are afraid of criticism and critic, immaterial whether they are constructive or destructive, rustic or caustic.

A Feast of Delight

When they investigate robin is waiting

Fragments Written in Manchester

for Amy the streets I miss the concrete jungle! the old town the Northern Quarter the walk along the canals the brief time we went running the august sun the happiness

Matryoshka

Revisiting my past and searching for the person inside the shell. Are you feeling unfulfilled?

On the Buses (My version) Ch 5

Ok, here we go. Back on the road again after a couple of out of hours activities which I hope you enjoyed. I forgot to mention in my last episode the Sunday service operated by the 124s.

A VERY IRREGULAR HEAD

If you're very lucky at least once in your life you'll meet someone who'll make a real difference. But they're not always who you expect them to be.
Cherry

The Little Green Frog (A Jumping Poem)

1 The little green frog loves being alive, so he jumps for joy.

Brightness in the dark

Ever been to the seashore at nightfall? well, this is how I felt that day!

Butlins Holiday Camp (Extracts from a 1977 diary)

Only kidding, about the guitar, but I had the suitcase that weighed an absolute ton due to it containing several pairs of Platform Shoes.

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