So here I am I’m Eighty-two I’ve just sat down Next to you A quiet old man Past his prime Should I even be here I look just fine A name is called But it’s not mine I’m Albert Albert William Lodger An old codger A coffin dodger When my name is called I’ll ask if you will help me To door number two Behind sits Dr Cochrane Thumbing through My notes My medical history Which remains a mystery To him As it’s not mine I acquired it Sometime Reinvented myself Pulled a n

Perhaps these should never see the light of day..... But sod it. Sometime between then and now, I started writing poems. I didn't tell many people. Seemed safer that way. They've been sitting in a drawer ever since — or a digital equivalent, a folder you never open because you're not entirely sure what's in it and you're not entirely sure you want to know. Well. I've opened the folder. What I found was a watch thief called Harold, a child splitting atoms in a bog, a homeless

I'm thrilled to announce the release of my second novel. We're familiar with the traditional settings of broken children in literature: concrete estates, cramped tower blocks, and city streets. We're familiar with the causes. County lines and gang loyalty. Turf wars and violence. Status measured in territory and allegiances. The familiar landscapes where damaged children are made, right? But trauma doesn't respect postcodes. Twelve-year-old Alex lives in different geography e

Why? At its core, BONKAS was born from anger to be honest. Anger at an unregulated UK funeral industry. When Tracey passed away in 2022, I trusted the local "family-run" funeral directors to handle arrangements with dignity and respect. Instead, they treated her with contempt. The shocking discovery that our supposedly independent funeral director was actually one of nearly 1,000 owned by a corporate PLC was just the beginning. My complaints were met with corporate stonewalli

So here it is. My debut novel. It all feels a little bonkers. Self-published maybe. But published all the same. And hey, if a publisher or media company likes what they see, that would be amazing. What started as a cathartic exercise turned into a book. I learnt a lot on the way. As a debut author, I've attempted to create a psychological exploration of perception, truth, and the complexities of human nature. Through what I hope is a layered narrative, I've tried to examine h