I had a friend, a friend called Bill I loved my friend, although he wasn’t real To him, to her, to them, to you Who just saw me, did not see two I met Bill when I was little To start with our friendship was fragile and brittle You see - I was confused - entitled to be When Bill had first told me that no one could see The two of us together - Ever! Anyhow I got over Bill’s shyness of people And we agreed to just talk in our head Until all around us were sleeping Then we’d talk

I started writing The Barn Door Stayed Closed the day after the October Budget 2024. Agricultural Property Relief, capped. Perhaps not big news to the urban occupants of the country. But for rural communities, well, that's a different matter. I was fuming. Angry enough that Alex, a boy on a farm, arrived almost immediately. And what I saw was tragedy. A few weeks in, the reports started. Real farmers facing the impossible choices my fictional family was facing. That stopped m

Eight Months Earlier The blackbird always sings twice. That’s what Grandad learned me, and Grandad’s never wrong about farming stuff. First song means get your boots on; second song means you’re late. I ain’t heard either song yet, but I’m already in the yard, my breath making clouds in the March dark, waiting to beat him to the lambing shed. My wellies leave marks in the frost. I try walking heel-first like Grandad showed me, proper quiet-like. “That’s how real farmers walk,

In June 2025 I gave notice at work. I was a support worker. Had been for years. The day-to-day reality of that role - and I mean the actual reality, not the version that looks good on a job description - was spending my working days and sometimes my nights alongside some of the most vulnerable people you'll encounter. People with housing needs. People in need of housing. Addiction needs. Mental health needs. People quite literally on the street. People in crisis at two in the

Clacton County High School. A typical day for me in 1982. Perhaps a Generation X thing. Perhaps still ongoing for the kids who operate differently. I just so didn't want to be there. I think the feeling was mutual. From the Lunatics & Space Age Watches collection. Daydream - They scream Sit now in the dock Teacher - Preacher Oversees the flock Daydream – They scream Snap back from the joy Teacher - Preacher Stupid little boy Daydream – They scream Everyone in shock Teacher -

Why use a thousand words when eleven will do..... Lunatics & Space Age Watches. Can’t we just be the same?

Number 11 Hi kids — Here's a quick question Go and ask your mum Why is number eleven Not called onety-one? Go on then. Off you go. 'Lunatics & Space Age Watches' collection.