Death is nothing at all I have only slipped away into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other That we are still Call me by my old familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone Wear…

“Stop all the clocks Turn off the telephone?” I’ve already been told I can’t do “They fuck you up, your mum and dad” or the complete lyrics of ‘Angels’ by Robbie.  So here are my thoughts: I’m thinking journeys.  Grandpa was not religious. Talking to my da he just told me that Grampa used to…

Grrrrr.  Arg.  Grrrrr. Arg.  Grrrrr.  Arg. Blah.  Grrrrrrr.  Arg. Ooooooo.  Oh.  Grrrrrr. Grrrrr.  Arg.  Grrrrr.

Poem One: Jane looked in the mirror. She thought she looked like a massive fat balloon. That’s because she was one; Only wearing a dress. Poem Two: John walked around the room. He was wearing trousers. He thought they were linen. They were actually bry-nylon.

This is a bit of a cheat.  I have been formulating this for about three years.  I wanted to write a musical while at university, being a fan of the medium.  (People singing their feelings? Yes, please.)  So, when a couple of years back I started riffing with a group of friends about writing a musical…

Right.  Here goes.  In the face of impending redundancy and possible unemployment, I thought it was probably time that I flexed my writing muscles more substantially than I have done for about eighteen months… Otherwise, known as the length of time I have sold my soul to big business for a regular wage (oh, false idolatry). …