You Never Really Know
Funny how we do it, size people up quick, one look in the street and we think we’ve cracked it. Too loud, too quiet, bit rough round the edge, bit too “he’s alright him”,…
Built From Hard Stuff
I wasn’t built from easy days, I’ll admit, life took one look at me and said, yeah, he can have all of it. Left school with bugger all, no grades, no grand plan, just…
The Weekend Goblin Committee
My autistic brain says, “Quiet night, mate. Please. Joggers on, phone off, and leave me in peace.” ADHD goblin kicks the door like he owns the bloody place, with a bottle of JD in…
The Man the Mess Made
I come from nowt fancy, no silver spoon, no soft start, just bills on the side, cheap tea, and people with tired hearts. Working family blood, where love showed up rough, where money was…
When the Jobs Ran Out
Four weeks since we said goodbye, and still I haven’t learnt to cry. The forms are done, the calls have stopped, your house is cleared, the keys are dropped. I’m sat here on the…
The Flatcap Comeback
Well, look at me, I’m grinning again, After love went bad and life went bent. Long term relationship, long fucking fall, Years in a home that stopped feeling like mine at all. So the…
Built Like a Comeback
I look at the world like a dodgy old van, if it rattles too loud, I’ll still make a plan. Bit of tape, bit of swearing, bit of stubborn pride, then I’ll drive the…
Whiskey And Mary Jane, The Medicine I Use
Hey I’ve always liked Jack Daniel’s, that old familiar burn, the kind that kicks your throat in first then waits for thoughts to turn. And Mary Jane’s been with me since I was twelve…
The Things I Thought Were Just Me
I thought it was just me, this leg that never learnt to rest, the fingers scratching at my skin while saying I’m not even stressed. The quotes I say on constant loop, the same…
The Man at the Bottom of a Bottle
I don’t usually write when the JD gets loud, when Mary Jane sits with me and the smoke hangs like a crowd. Most nights it’s just a line, a verse, some thought half alive,…