All swirls and dots, like a brainstorm in a teamug


I was at secondary school, in art class, when the teacher asked who knows about modern art. No one budged or made a sound. It was apparent that none of the other pupils knew, only me. Like the idiot I was, I eagerly put my hand up. ‘Ok Robert, let’s hear it.’ The art teacher was like that, gruff, to the point and…

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I HAVEN’T WRITTEN A THING FOR AGES


I might think I’m a writer, but at times life and the wonders and challenges of it prioritise my time to such a degree, that I can’t be arsed to write. Its been like that since early 2017. Sure I’ve written stuff elsewhere, but my website here has not seen the light of day, or enjoyed the weakest thought from my head. It’s…

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