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What we are is so often defined by the way we ‘earn a crust’. For forty years I was a teacher, the last twenty-seven of which I was Headmaster of a school for children with specific learning disabilities and social/emotional problems. All my energy and creativity was absorbed by my work, leaving little or no time for personal development. Now … well, I write a little, make a few pictures, potter in the garden – usually on a chair with a long cold vodkatini – watch the world go by [and consult my memories] a great deal. I am also frequently dragooned into serious ‘grampsing’. Before my first grandchild was born some years ago I did state categorically that “I don’t do babies!” The babies, however, didn’t agree. My early years were spent in the Valleys of South Wales Musicality, lyricism and a love of spoken language are all part of my Welsh heritage and I think they are all discernable in my written and graphic work. Wales was – and remains – the place I call home, though we only visited there each year until my mid-teens each summer holiday. Apart from those early years and visits, a further two years living semi-rough on the resort coast of North Wales, three years at College in Chester, and a single year working in the Fenlands of East Anglia, I have lived and worked in Manchester. The earthy and grounded tones in my work are directly attributable to my childhood and adolescence in the back streets of this soot-stained, grimy industrial city.

  • Last seen on Aug 22 9:45 PM. Member since June 25, 2005.
  • I'm a onyx dragon poet for 723 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is Try again. Fail again. Fail better..
  • I am a man (United Kingdom)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm a retired Head of a Special School .
  • I am in the groups Beat Up Poets, Calling all Brits
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    “Oh,” she smiled very sweetly, “for both of us tonight, my long-delayed sweet love, there’ll be no more tricks … just treats.”

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    had a bout of nostalgia and thought i would look you up.

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