Sometimes I forget you’re not Sometimes I forget you’re not able to be seen or touched anymore, or laugh or speak or cough. Your laughter...

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The glitz and glamour of last night's gladrags now bedraggled. The cruel morning light coldly shocks mascara smudged eyes. Style...

I love music I love to play music It's a place I can allow

Loss It’s never easy Always complex An unstable and dynamic compound The most profound statement of the certainty of our transience A...

I decide to have some breakfast at a little place on Cheetham Hill Rd. It’s a cafe called ‘Nibbles’, it has a 60’s/70s feel about the...

Enter the band Intro Verse 1 We know you were haunted by dark thoughts, times when you just couldn’t smile, but you brought joy with...

(SFX Beeps. The Driver is allocated a job, presses his computer box. The Chorus create ‘The Pub’. The Driver is parked outside. He takes...

How grateful they would be to have just one more bite, of just one sausage sandwich, maybe with brown sauce, or red if you prefer,

saw The Pistols, saw The Clash . . .

Once upon a time, pre-words, there were adventures painted on walls of caves.

Mae West Vest (by Akamaka.co) Your papers, little islands offering respite to tired swimmers Your pens, gently floated rescue rafts Your...

I'm waiting for the customer, waiting, no sign, waiting . . . I get a message; "I'm looking for you', I send one back, 'where are you

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It rained … oh how it rained

Without doubt the best cinematic snapshot of life around the music scene in Manchester at that time. Humorous, energetic, adventurous,...

Writing words can ease Not writing them can squeeze you Lube your verbal tubes