A piece on being made up of one quarter Kentucky fried chicken and three quarters middle aged dad.

You know the drill. Small Japanese poems using the words Lake and Calm. Go!

If music were a woman then I think perhaps she would be my dirty secret rather than my soul mate.

You’d have thought I’d have given up on this idea by now wouldn’t you. But no. No I haven’t.

This week I will be covering gender fluidity, inappropriate love for South American animals, naked dancing and of course…Donald Trump.

Dirty haiku about Mick Hucknall

Just a thought or two