Today is National Flash Fiction Day and, having handed in my final coursework yesterday, it left me with a free [...]

I’m selling other people’s art to release my own – buy a CD and help me raise my total!

Over the past year or so I’ve been a regular at classical performances at the Aberdeen Music Hall.

Earlier this week I ran a competition to win an eight line poem on a theme of your choice. Yes, this was ridiculously self-indulgent but it has yielded something nice.

How we made London Booted: the full story and full download of the remix project that spawned an online mash-up revolution.

Last night I performed poetry in public for the fourth time. It was the Open Mic section of Aberdeen’s Demented Eloquence poetry night and I’m pleased to say I won.

This is another political piece. Well, it’s a piece concerning current legislation: the re-introduced ‘snooping act’ that the Tories vehemently opposed when Labour were in power but now seem to wholeheartedly agree with it. It’s almost as if somebody else is pulling the strings out there isn’t it?

This poem concerns somebody who is unable to recognise the number nine: perhaps through simple nephophobia or a throwback to an on-stage meeting with Paul McKenna that was never quite reversed.

This blog post is partly an apology for a tweet I posted in September concerning a BBC announcement that they were looking for new talent for a new show called ‘The Voice’.

My Grandad would have been 99 years old today. This is a life writing piece I wrote for my course around this time last year. Now seems a suitable time to publish it.

Another quick piece of poetry , which may make you think.

I’ve just signed up to some new iPhone app called Opuss – I needed a poem. Quick. This is it!