Before you sleep  Listen for the echos  That haunt the sound mirrors Wretched ghosts of the past  Before you sleep  Listen for the ghosts That haunt the sound mirrors Wretched echos of the past 

I am playing chess  With the clergyman’s daughter  We are both unclothed  As we are asleep in bed 

Words Words  So Many Words  Pink Words Of Hate Percussion Songs Echo  In My Empty Head  Every Street Challenges Me 

The white stuff  Has returned again  Let us wrap up  And build snowmen  Near the railroad tracks  Winter Dreams 

Josie  I read this in a newspaper  It seems that a chap torched a care home  You know the places which are full of those awful creatures   In wheelchairs who shout and swear at people in the streets  They are normally wheeled around by their vacant illegals   One sees them each day especially in decaying towns The […]

I have just added  A photograph of myself  To our website  This is my Bum  Enjoy then burn 

I am sorry that this is little more than an oversized postcard  As you can see I have visited the White Sands National Park  Rod Cassie Gerry and I have been driving without really resting  I feel that I am tasting the real Amerika  It makes the UK seem so small  We have visited so many interesting places  […]

We live in a small farmhouse in East Sussex  It faces a fading hill that overlooks our fallow fields  The seasons pass without any real incident  Life is so very slow that it rarely challenges us I am married to Caron who teaches at a nearby school  She is a local girl whereas I was born in […]

Lives in the flat beneath mine  He is a keen gardener I often see him  Watering his plants   His wife is called Jacqueline