Third track from my RPM 2021 which is all about clothes. This is about the attitudes presented to young boys when growing up - it's a song about my own experience and what I learned in the playground.

When I start thinking a little slow, or if I lose my balance, or if I just feel a bit tired in the afternoon, I get terrified that I have inherited Multiple Sclerosis from my Dad. The horrible thing is - these early symptoms are just completely…

Since I was in my mid-20s I've found the idea of people going to the pub with their Dads completely alien. I've gone to the pub with other people's dads and really enjoyed it. This song sings the virtues of this activity.

A true story. Predictably, the photo forms the album art for this record. I've never felt incredibly close to my Dad, but it's not like he didn't try.

This is the first song I wrote about my Dad. I wrote it when I realised I was the same age he was when I was born. I reflect on what he had when he was my age, and all that he has lost.

A song about wintertide depression and longing for spring.

Another ancient recording for posterity. Still learning how to play guitar, and at this point I think I knew two chords. The lyrics were not intended to be offensive at the time, so don't cancel me.

Something new.... Grey Old paint faded Dilapidated Barely hanging on Lay Old butterfly Broken and dry Alone and withdrawn Chill creeps in Darkness tries to take hold The cold is peace And the dark beautiful Take One last…

Something new.... Grey Old paint faded Dilapidated Barely hanging on Lay Old butterfly Broken and dry Alone and withdrawn Chill creeps in Darkness tries to take hold The cold is peace And the dark beautiful Take One last…