A song I wrote after reading about a princess marrying a proper who her very royal family said was a scoundrel and a charlatan but they've decided to let love rule and after five years it seems tobe working .

A song for Big Manchester Pete, the hardest-looking man you'd ever meet, though his face may seem like it was made for a trick or treat, inside he had a big old heart that was as soft as a boiled sugar beet.

A quick song I wrote after learning that they'd put a camera in the little place where I sit and write which I found very unnerving to have an I spy or seeing eye way up upon high : but then the police departments are now deploying reaper drones with inferred night vision armed with Taser's loud speakers and spotlights into the night sky's above Los Angeles it's a brave new world.

A song I wrote today after seeing an old Keltic companion I haven't seen for a decade a true blue eyed raven headed Bretagne . The Romans drove them to the furthest reaches of the kingdom so did Edward long shanks hammer of the scots who also stole their ancient kings destiny stone and put it under his own throne Then By the act of supremacy Henry VIII made himself a god figure to rule over all kingdoms , and so you can understand by what they did why the Keltic people feel quite a mistrust towards Westminster and why they would like devolution.

A song I wrote after visiting my brother who lives in Thailand where I was struck by the close proximity of sin , every one of the seven deadlies were available 24/7 and the foreign tourist readily participated in the promiscuous perversions untill it became a normality.

A song I wrote whilst looking at the selection of sapiens on a train station I was wondering if we mixed all of them together as if they were paint in a garden shed, would we all end up resembling some khaki olive coloured bread or maybe a DNA glue that resembles a fudge fondue . All rights reserved

Another crazy song written for my god children about a packet of crisps they seem obsessed with songs about chrips but what can you do.

A song I wrote about a honey trap set by the KGB in 1955 using seductive dances from the Bolshoi ballet a British naval attache with the nickname miss Mary was cought in a homo sovieticus sexpionage of seduction just a hairs breath from the world famous Ballet theatre the soft cell take down was nick named Brandy at the Bolshoi.

A song I wrote about emperors and kings who believe themselves to be the devine demagoguery If a deity did arrive on planet earth these mobsters and megalomaniacs would see them quickly murdered .

Short song I wrote after hearing the most of the UK political parties are riding aboard what are known as Battle buses for their election campaigns it's a good job Silvio Burlusconi did do the same or it would be known as the Bunga Bus.

Short song written about a packet of chips not an task to try and work lyrics into such a simple insignificant thing but these are the things that children want so often cause one must obey.

Thirty years ago climbing aboard over night sleeper trains could turn into a complete disaster the vodka to Vladivostok the dickie Darlington the newkie brown night club, the Scots rail slangie, all these or most of them are now dry runs probably due to the terrible conditions people got themselves in. A notorious one I climbed onboard was the Southampton slammer full of sailors just let loose from the ship what a nightmare should have been called the vomit express.

a short song I wrote for my god children on a train to London obviously the premise revolves around their favorite savory snack of the day "hula hoops" the things we do for love eh?.

A tune I wrote for a Bambi brown eyed girl who sells The big issue outside Morrisons I always end up giving her my money and then I give her the magazine back she only needs to inscribe that look of grief she could take the shirt from my back .

A song wrote about a mafia boss who was born in Le panier Marseille the last bastion of Beelzebub , he then rose to become France's ultimate crime Capo Di Capo lasting fifty years before being gunned down in Paris for an old corsican vendetta all rights reserved .

The green-eyed monster of sin, that schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within, its usually only seen in children as they exert their will to win ; the lowly leftover instinct of our anthropic ascension. However, this terrible traite can also be witnessed later in our lives when males begin to assert and dominate as the sexual stage arrives and our species needs to procreate .

A song written for a disabled soul who had the Bambi brown eyes of a faul where my reflecting soul, must have resembled a Quasimodo piece of coal for whenever I looked at him he screamed a seagull squark and would rear back in fear.

A song about falling into destitution especially soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns. How easy it be to cast contempt , lest we forget our debt. I also had a spell living on the street so when I here others throwing stones I cast them a curse. It's a Witherspoon's Waterloo

A song for supertramp a dear friend who had a unique way of curing his halitosis by drinking your bathroom cabinet bare ,  mixing  aftershave aperitifs and cough medicine cognacs , but beware beware of the ambre solaire.

A quick song I wrote for lily's 13th birthday . Senorita Liliana, they say you were born in Nirvana with a spirit and karma as cool as the dalai Lama . But I think your soul was made somewhere in Havana ready for dancing away the nights on the copacabana.