Maxine turns 70 this week. Spoiler alert.. she's my mum. Happy birthday Ma!

Tell me can you teach me bout your finely written poetry Dont care about the content I just want to make em notice me Such a fine hand they'd say wooo, study it closely Been practicing all day I think I'm ready least I aughta be. Caligraphy…

Alee- own - ee - rection. It's got a mind of its own. And when it comes, its gonna be the death of you all.

Something for RPM. This piece of filler features a transaction between myself and my 2 year old daughter at her pretend shop. I was the 'custer', she was the 'shoppy keeper', and I was encouraged to ask her 'howzamuchit?'

Don't Be Frightened Don't Be Scared Think of all those times we shared. Don't you know we all lose all we ever dared love. From the window, a view Of a young me and you Don't you know we all lose all we ever dared love. I heard a rumour in…

This is a song inspired by the town i grew up in, and where I still live. Its a nod to the comfort I've enjoyed from being surrounded by the mountains of the Caerphilly basin. The verse lyrics acknowledge how little we tend to go to the places…

It is what it is. It's throwaway but I'm relatively pleased. Was going for something slightly Kinksy/Nilssonesque - sort of Vauderville..