I sometimes wonder how I manage to keep all the creative plates I spin from crashing to the ground and smashing into little pieces. Splinters that I know I would never find again, even with my varifocals on. My writing process is a bit like that, I finish my synopsis,… more

There’s a monster at home that lurks in our loo, It deletes all the training in boys and men too. It sprinkles the walls with pee-coloured spray, And ‘apparently’ no-one has made it that way.   I ask once again, ‘who pee’d on the wall’, Not me, not you or… more

It was the start of an ordinary day in the life of Great Big Jar. Copious Weetabix were consumed in the normal mad rush at that time of the morning with the infuriating pebble-dash splatter of the cement-like goo right down the front of my freshly donned t-shirt. Tea that… more