This is the tale of two brother’s who’s rivalry brought about the weather phenomenon we call the tornado.

In the land of Altonia, a boy slave discovers newfound powers within himself, but they seem to come with a dark and evil past. The key to this past seems locked away in his devilish nightmares, and when a man and his warriors suddenly appear and bring carnage to his town, he must defeat the soldiers and seek revenge. This is the first part in what I’m hoping a long and fruitful story. If I get good reviews and you want me to continue, then I will.

With the 8th month of the Chinese Calender being here, the Chinese are busy distributing moon cakes to celebrate the mid autumn festival.

Walking away from a late finishing music festival feeling a mix of emotions – happy, very happy yet tinged with pain from the losses of recent times.
So, I wrote this song.

The festival of San Fermin during the day.

Our little paradisaical island.

Boris Johnson, grandly called Lord Mayor of London, is supporting a further minority festival to be held in the City. It’s so incredibly dense; I first thought the announcement was late for April’s Fools Day. But seemingly, somebody was in earnest when issuing the press announcement.

A festival for comic enthusiasts and others, during which many lovable misfits unite under one banner.

About the Rainbow gathering of 87.

Festival of lights.