I think the whole family have a new best friend called Rosie.


Waking up to a thumping headache, a headache born of far too much of last evening’s scarlet Bordeaux, a bleary eyed cursory morning glance toward the bedside table only to spot what I thought had been the stuff of dissolving dreams, namely a post-it note I’d scribbled upon that read, ‘Miss Rosie Mayday Lily Eve Blamey-Steeden’.

A few four-letter words later, plus a question to self, “Did I really write that…what planet was I on?”

I’ll explain. After days and days of wretched insomnia, a genuine madness about me and my old adversary ‘corbeau sombre’ lurking on a branch in the immediate background, a promise made at sunset the previous day was to become a reality. ‘Miss Rosie Mayday Lily Eve Blamey-Steeden’…what a ridiculous handle if there ever was one, and I should know having written it…a puppy dog, a baby lurcher to be precise, was the promise made…

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Hi everyone, just letting you know I don't have a usual WordPress blog post schedule at the moment. I'm currently in the middle of producing a brand new album which is slowly but surely piecing together. A screenshot of one of the tracks I've been working on. The most important thing that has been put [...]


Around the age of twelve my Dad used to take me to the seaside town of Torquay every Saturday to go shopping. It was one of those weekends when I came across two very special music related DVD’s at the now deceased Virgin Megastore that changed my life forever: “A Film About Jimi Hendrix” documentary [...]


'Pieces of Life' by TheodorWorker 'Liquid Truth' All my bridges burntNo sparkle in the starsNo redness in the sunsetJust the sad song of guitars You have a version of the truth I can’t believeYou’re all wrapped up in lies, I’ve got to leaveYou tell liquid truth from behind those eyesBut you hide it well behind [...]


This is my Dad’s new book all about his bizarre life. I’ve not read it yet but am told some of the dumb things I did as a kid are in it.


An Unusual Take on Life and Social History from the 1950’s Onward

In a perfect world I’d have been rich and famous thus deemed worthy of penning the story of my own life. In reality I am a content ‘nowhere man’ with a vast chronicle of all things bonkers to pass on to anyone who cares to take the risk and read this factual tale I’ve pieced together.

I wrote this ‘new’ book nearly a decade ago yet did Sweet Fanny Adams with it. My line of thought was logical for two debatable reasons. Firstly, I’d heard tell that for one’s first stab it was best to write about something one knew inside out, in other words ‘me’…besides I knew little of just about anything else, save perhaps thinking obtusely throughout my waking hours, and playing the game of love as it remains the only sport I’ve ever…

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Art by Lucid Dream Photography I’m carrying the burden of your sanityHoping you won’t take it the wrong wayComing in last is better than firstThey say that every loser has their day The beast rests deep inside the forestThe darkest places summon up no fearRays of hope they cannot penetrateA canopy of words no one [...]


'The Dove Has Flown' by Gregory Anthony Stone I don’t want to see the big pictureI’d rather be left aloneI’m not the centre of your universeIt’s a pity the dove of peace has flown Some say there are too many patriotsSome say freedom fighters are too fewSome say that it’s a bad omenTo hail a [...]