Beaten by Whales – memories of Brexit week

Beaten by Whales – memories of Brexit week

It was half way through the journey into central London that I began to hate the taxi driver. The sky was fifty shades of grey, the cab was stuffy, and my driver, taking full advantage of his captive audience, was hitting top gear on his specialist subject of “What...
Star You, 2016

Star You, 2016

I wanted to write a poem to review the year and express some of my feelings about current affairs.  In the end, it was less review and more feeling, in a bit of a hip hop style.  I would love to hear someone with the right tone of voice rip this one out. 2016 has been...