I’ve been in a strange headspace lately. I know that I’m just about to come up with something that will go viral – or straight to the top of the digital charts – or get me a billion hits on youtube – or change everyone’s view of something specific forever. Okay, well maybe not. But… Continue reading Sticking my fingers in the Blancmange
My father is not a vocal man, as a rule, except that he can still be fired up by the excesses of politicians or, on occasion, the injustices shown to fair minded men. Indeed, when I recall any in-depth conversation we might have had over the years then these are the topics which crop up… Continue reading What did you get from your father?
My name is Alan. Al – Monday to Saturday; Sunday – Alan. For 30+ years I did the corporate thing and had a good career, which paid the Wolfman and raised the kids. Now, with the blessing of my wife, it’s my time. I have always been a creative person. Writing poetry and short stories,… Continue reading Me myself I