Monthly Archives: June 2010

Is This Going To Cover Today’s Lunch Money?


THAT is the question. What I’m going to do about dinner is the next one but I prefer to cross each bridge when I get there…

Deciding that writing is what I really want to do brings up that old chestnut, money.

So many artists/writers/musicians face the romantic idea of creating something unique for the adoring masses but there’s nothing romantic about constantly being short of money. I guess that’s why so many people end up packing it in and giving up on (or at least delaying) their dreams.

It brings up a lot of questions. Is it fair to rely on someone else while going for something the numbers say is unlikely? Is it viable in this ‘financial climate’? (I f&%#@ing hate that phrase) Is it ‘wise’ to be spending your energy on this when others your age are making concrete steps in definite careers? Are you willing to accept that doing this may well mean that you don’t have a ‘proper’ job in the interim?

But most important of all, will you regret not doing it…?




What’s the best thing about writing for an online ‘what’s on guide’? The free VIP/Press tickets to festivals and gigs. The latest two are for an ‘alternative’ festival in Herefordshire called Nozstock and the other is for Tiesto in Victoria Park. I’m not the biggest dance-music fan in the world and feel no love for drugged-up people in general but the atmosphere should be awesome. In fact, someone got all gushy and teary-eyed and wrote this:

‘25,000 people grab their Tiesto tickets and head to London’s glorious Victoria Park– as the man himself stages his very own one-day festival, an outdoor celebration of euphoric electronic music under a summer night’s sky.’

I’m always up for a spot of euphoria.

Up The Line To Death


While making sure the sweet children didn’t cheat in their exam I stumbled upon Brian Gardner’s classic reissued poetry Anthology, Up The Line To Death: The War Poets 1914-1918.

First published over forty years ago, it contains war poems from poets both famous and unknown, at least half of whom didn’t live to see the end of the war.

One of the best is titled Soliloquy and goes something like this:

When I was young I had a care

Lest I should cheat me of my share

Of that which makes it sweet to strive

For life, and dying still survive

A name in sunshine written higher

Than lark or poet dare aspire

But I grew weary doing well,

Besides,’twas sweeter in that hell

Down with the loud Banditti people

Who robbed the orchards, climbed the steeple

For jackdaw’s eggs and made the cock

Crow ere ’twas daylight on the clock

I was so very bad the neighbours

Spoke of me at their daily labours

And now I’m drinking wine in France

The helpless child of circumstance.

Tomorrow will be loud with war,

How will I be accounted for?

It is too late now to retrieve

A fallen dream, too late to grieve

A name unmade but not too late

To thanks the gods for what is great;

A keen-edged sword, a soldier’s heart,

Is greater than a poet’s art.

And greater than a poet’s fame

A little grave that has no name.

Francis Ledwidge

killed in action, 1917

French Martini? Cosmo?


I’ve had my nose buried deeply in my drink-related library and have turned out another couple of cocktail articles. This time on the French Martini and Cosmopolitan.

They can be found here, and indeed even here..

You’ll no doubt be searching frantically for your shakers as we speak so as soon as you’ve made these, let me know how they work out. I would genuinely be interested.