Friends old and new

When those close to you seem far away…

Another sordid tale of house sharing with hippies, perverts and junkies.

Having a birthday, jelly, ice cream and strangely shaped parcels

 A late passing of someone quite close to me,  made me realise that life is not for sitting, and waiting… life is there for living! People should recognise what they have in their life and grasp hold of that, and if they don’t, they will realise that it will slip away, never to be recovered… this is why…

The calm and charming story of what happens when a gang of all-male, drug-crazed alcoholics share a quiet suburban house together. The names have been changed to protect the guilty, but you know who you are.

To park or not to park - that is the question!

London, especially the tube reveals many unconventional situations. This is my true story of one that happened a while ago. Be prepared, its not conventional!

www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/angharadwelshthank you :)

Autobiographical piece of fiction of what sort of happened but didn’t really for legal reasons. Set in Devon in the mid nineteen eighties.