I have begun to record some of my poetry as spoken word. The very talented Matt Lucas (from Little Britain, Alice in Wonderland, Pompidou etc) has very kindly agreed to read my poem Little You. Please have a listen and let me know what you think; I'm very proud of this piece of work. Click… Continue reading Little You – Video
Hi, my name is Gregory and I have anxiety. Today is World Mental Health Day, or Mental Health Awareness Day. Either way it's a day I fully appreciate. As time goes by there is more and more awareness and education about Mental Health issues and that can only be a good thing. The more people… Continue reading World Mental Health Day 2018
Down in the deepest, darkest bog, Down where the air is nought but fog, Down where the leaves are always brown, Down where the careless divers drown.
She noticed the lines around her eyes, which she felt aged her the most. ‘Crows feet’, of which they were known by many, as well as ‘laughter lines’. She supposed the latter was more appropriate; she’d laughed a great deal during her life and not met many crows.
“You must be quiet Caecilius, my boy, the McClintock beetles are easily disturbed at this hour.”
Dr Göttlich turned in her chair and looked at Ernest as he lay on the bed. Ernest stared at the ceiling; he was only eighteen, he thought, he surely couldn't be crazy.
The boy alone; a sea of anxious hope.
A little while ago I entered this monologue into an online competition (250 word limit; subject: Love Letters) and was chosen as a finalist! I didn't win, but I'm very proud that my first monologue was acknowledged and even chosen to be performed by two people! Check it out, and let me know what you… Continue reading A Single Tear At A Wedding
I'm a man who looks at pink and doesn't feel dismay For I know that enjoying pink - doesn't make you gay.
Welcome. Bienvenue. How are you all? I proclaim to an unfollowed blog. I plan to be using this platform for voicing My stories and thoughts, as a log. You'll find here the contents of thoughts that I've had Whilst cleaning my house and my dentures. Thoughts that develop and go some place silly, With characters… Continue reading Reader beware. You’re sat in my chair.