Recently, awareness has grown of the damage we’re doing to the world that surrounds us. All of us, really, know that something should change. I agree, and as a culture, we can achieve great things, once we’re aware that action must be taken. Making changes can be frightening, and does require commitment from all of us. None of want to – and none of us should – have to suffer

An expert once told me it’s too late to save the primates, the mega fauna, the ecosystems in Africa. They’d know. Their life had been spent studying and trying to protect what they saw as Earth’s treasure. Personally, I agree. This was twenty years ago. Nothing has changed, nothing has been done to change anything. Our climate is broken, rainforests are still being denuded. Wild areas are still being explored,

Many of us pine for a world we once wished to inhabit, only never did. Life changes and choices, enforced or voluntary, intended or otherwise, can govern where we end up, who we’re with and what we think of that. Coming across a version of the world you once idolised can cause reflection, thinking about where you are, who you’re with and why. Many of our sub-cultures and worlds grow

Lethargy can grip us, even the most active of us, from time to time. Sometimes, a break from the rushing around and general flat out busy ness of everyday life lets us rejoin the fray refreshed. However, soemtimes, when you sit down for a break in a busy day, you don’t want to get up again. Similarly, removing yourself from that fray for a short while can let the demons

Sometimes, things get the better of us; I’ve just been through a patch where I didn’t want to go out and socialise, didn’t want to write anything, just wanted to sit – which was getting really boring I realised I was feeling a bit depressed – still am, although this is not a particularly bad patch – so I’m doing something about it I managed to go to my writing

Continuing the theme of words set to music, Robin and I are still collaborating, in what’s proving to be a really interesting project. The writing is centred on a fictional village, with a pub (the Lamb of Sussex) at the heart. This piece does not include the Lamb, but does use landmarks I’ve borrowed from reality. This piece is perhaps a bit more contraversial than others I’ve written, and comes