n my younger days, I used to scribble down loads of stuff. I never seem to get the chance much now. Maybe I should have another go at it?
A prose piece - "The Monkey"
More prose, this time on Manic Depression(!)
A pome on a more romantic(?) note
This is where it gets really wierd - I like to call this one Croissant, though that may not be what you'd like to call it.
I secretly long to be a TV Reviewer
Sometimes when I'm depressed I head for a Coffee
Here's some stupid nonsense poetry.
You really don't want to know what Parks meant to me when I was younger!
Begone with you...