Tonight I was talking to a girl... this is strange in itself. A girl I met on the internet, which is perhaps not so unusual. She has however got fantastic taste in music and can empathise with the direness of living in the countryside, seemingly a million miles away from the bright lights of the big city. I had hoped this conversation might cheer ( Read more... )

I've said it before and no doubt I will say it countless more times to come but I really can't go on living at home with the parents. As much as I love the ability to act like a child, I hate the childish treatment dished out in return. My dad in particular has become an irritable, argumentitive, rude, arrogant and selfish man. I could have punched ( Read more... )

Ok so the song for Tori didn't end up being what I planned... Instead it's a story of a disillusioned young lady escaping from a shitsville Northern Ireland smalltown in a camper van ( Read more... )

The first songwriting challenge was posed by Shauna who requested a song about beards. A quiet half hour in work resulted in what are quite possibly some of the stupidist lyrics I've ever written ( Read more... )

I'm stuck in work at the moment. Well actually I'm writing this in work to be typed up later as I tend to do when I'm bored. Bob Marley's 'Jammin'' is on the radio, which would be fine if I was in a convertible car cruising on a balmy summer day or chillin' with a beer in a festival field. But right now it seems to go forever only serving to ( Read more... )

It's a Sunday night and there was band practise after church. Any other week I'd be beaming like a 100 Watt lightbulb due to having spent a couple of hours in the company of an amazingly beautiful, not to mention talented girl. In fact in many ways, the same girl has had the same effect on me for years ( Read more... )

A long time ago, well a few years back, a young man called Peter Wilson commended the songwriting of a band called Buttermonkey. Peter Wilson grew up to become Duke Special and the songwriting genius behind Buttermonkey was less fortunate to wind up as me ( Read more... )

Several things have gone in the last twenty four hours. Firstly my beard sacrificed itself to the lure of the plughole leaving my face looking like a stubbly teenager trying to impress his pre-pubescent friends. There is still too much chocolate in the diet to risk a full wet shave thus prompting the sexually repulsive spotty-razor-rash ( Read more... )

It's Thursday which means that series one of Lost is over. The boy The Others wanted was Walt and not baby Aaron. The hatch appears to be some sort of shaft to middle earth, Arzt is in pieces after a dynamite related faux pas and Locke is being equally philosophical and shifty. I had high hopes for there being some sort of 'finding themselves' ( Read more... )

Dear Pete Burns ( Read more... )