A poem describing the essence of the occassional British heatwave. Still at first draft stage.

Bolton and Man United watched in a village pub.

The author, Graham Greene, wrote about his first taste of beer in his autobiography “A Sort of Life”.

A wonderfully unspoilt remote country pub, high up in the Pennines. I used to visit this pub as often as I could (which wasn’t as often as I wold have liked), during my time studying as a student at Salford University during the mid-1970s. As is often the case, things don’t always live up to our expectations, especially when we go back and try to re-capture the past.

A tribute to that great English tradition: the pub, centre of the community.

A tragic comedy poem about a man who drinks too much.

This was inspired by the many lonely people that seem to habitate at certain pubs and bars. They are lonely people, but people who need others.

The tales of a new adult.

River mysteries.