UntitledThis is a song I wrote about champagne , through our history it has played it's part from washing the dust of battle from Napoleon's and Churchill's parched pallets to leading Hollywood love scenes, indeed Marilyn Monroe had a bath tub filled with 350 bottles all she did was laugh.

this is a song I wrote for a friend is drinking lots of port in a wine tasting fest ,I called it Ruby de Porto after the fantastic red that Portugal produces , amazing to think back in 1678 a couple of wine merchants discovered it by chance.

PARIS IN THE SPRING

A song I wrote about Paris in the spring it's a place I know quite well I've even used to sleep on the streets there forty years ago without any problems, I don't think it would be possible now ,but riots and mass unrest isn't anything new to this everso beautiful city, way back when De Gaulle was in charge he called a snap election and dissolved his government due to the ferocity of the riots back in 1968

.Taser's an tear gas

alas are the weapon's to try and control the mob an masses , I had a taste of some C S gas forty years ago and I don't want anymore thankyou , very painful indeed a young reckless fool in the CRS police the big boppers in green uniforms ..

This is a song I wrote for my stepmother, Jean, who is a tower of strength. Even into her 80s, she remains exceptionally sharp of mind and strong. She had to put up with my father for 48 years, which, I can tell you, was a very heavy, burdensome cross to carry.

A song I wrote Inspired by advances in bionic hybrid humans, nanotechnology, and D N A cancer fighting T-cells , our replacement organs are now grown in pigs that have been humanised with our own DNA or by chimerism , while viral vectors and gene therapies blur the boundaries between species. As biology and technology merge, are we in danger of becoming a human hybrid chimera as like the cat on this thumbnail ?.

Marilyn was another superstar who started out as poor white trash, like Elvis and Steve McQueen. McQueen and she were orphaned shortly after birth then used, abused, passed around from pillar to post, fostered onto any convenient host. Somehow, this gave her the hunger to succeed. Everyone thought she was just a dumb blonde, but at Emerson High School she excelled, especially in English, where she wrote columns and stories for the school newspaper beauty and brains. She died at thirty six in suspicious circumstances, after having a fling with both JFK and a mafia boss. All rights reserved.

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This is the song I wrote from a poem five years ago, i called it Mood indigo it's about getting up for work on Monday morning with a banging hangover, my mother's words echoing the chorus !! .

A song I wrote about the music of Motown. I was five when my mother had her obsession/ love affair with Motown music and thank the lord she did I also fell in love with it too a small boy in England, I also had a massive crush on Diana Ross.