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​ Howard Hughes' legendary eccentricities stemmed from his mother, who isolated him as an only child in a sterile, germ-phobic bubble. Inheriting vast family wealth, he became a multi-millionaire at age 19. In later life, his mother's intense OCD haunted him; he reverted to a reclusive state, hiding from humanity in sealed, sanitized penthouse suites. Surviving on canned chicken soup, he...

This is a song I wrote about a little soirée gathering, nicknamed The O'Brien's Bar and Grill a neighbour's house full of wonderful, wacky people who slaughter their sobriety at speed and drift south of sanity as the evening wears on. Fantastic fun!!.

This is a song I wrote for my stepmother, Jean, who is a tower of strength. Even into her 80s, she remains exceptionally sharp of mind and strong. She had to put up with my father for 48 years, which, I can tell you, was a very heavy, burdensome cross to carry.

LOLITA BONITA  this is a tune I wrote about a raven head young teen dream who blows the fuses of all the old men in Witherspoon's, her nickname is the Lolita Bonita.

This is a song I wrote about revolution.   My grandfather and father were both communists, but once they tasted wealth, they became capitalists .  Sooner or later, every revolution fails due to human greed, even Fidel Castro had a private collection of American cars and an island of luxury. The Russian elite lived in  "Kremlin klass" whilst their comrades stayed in sackcloth class.  Now...

This is a song I wrote for Anna  a blues-bar chickadee who melted our minds every Sunday morning. She was a blue-blooded rock chick, educated at Harrogate Ladies’ College, who wore black leather, smoked Berkeley Menthols, and rode a motorbike. She used to walk into our dingy den of iniquity, sit in the corner teasing us to take a dare, then kill us dead with sarcasm and a switchblade stare.

This is a song I wrote about the stock markets around the world, which have their own language. In America, they assimilate idioms with animals. Everyone has heard of the "Wolf of Wall Street," but they also have sheep, lame ducks, sharks, gorillas, apes, butterflies, dogs, a dead cat bounce, cockroaches, chickens, stags, and the highly dangerous black swans. Hawks and doves act as the p...

A song I wrote Inspired by advances in bionic hybrid humans, nanotechnology, and D N A cancer fighting T-cells ,  our replacement organs are now grown  in pigs that have been humanised with our own DNA or by  chimerism , while viral vectors and gene therapies blur the boundaries between species. As biology and technology merge, are we in danger of becoming a human hybrid chimera as like the cat on...

This is a tune I wrote for my godson. It's sung through the eyes of his sister, whom he annoys dreadfully in the usual sibling rivalry. At the moment, he's become Michael Jackson after seeing the new biopic, dancing to "Billie Jean" and all the Jackson 5 tracks.

This is a song I wrote about the femme fatale that kind of woman against whom you have no real defense; Not only are they extraordinarily beautiful, but they also possess  deadly weapons: charm, intelligence, high brow breeding, and perhaps the most dangerous vice of all vulnerability;Their eyes seem to cry back, "Save me," as though they have the soul of a child refugee  trapped inside...

This is a tune I wrote for my godson. It's sung through the eyes of his sister, whom he annoys dreadfully in the usual sibling rivalry. At the moment, he's become Michael Jackson after seeing the new biopic, dancing to "Billie Jean" and all the Jackson 5 tracks.

A song I wrote about the ironic “Western.” When I was growing up, we were fed on Westerns and Walt Disney until they became hardwired into our heads. Even now, I still remember the names of Billy the Kid and Jesse James. The first movie I ever saw in the cinema was Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, which was a masterpiece. For a child, viewing it on a huge silver screen looked so real, as if you...

This is a song I wrote after reading about Cleopatra, the undisputed Queen of the Nile. She could seduce kings, queens, and leaders alike, especially from Rome’s top echelon. Yet she was also ruthless having her brother and sister murdered and feeding rivals to the crocodiles kept at her palace in Shatby. She walked across the backs of servants laid out like human pontoons so her feet would never...

This is a song I wrote about two young lovers who were separated by death, leaving them both with broken hearts until the angels took pity on them and eventually brought them back together. They watched the man walk the lonely streets for a lifetime, with the ghost of his lost love following in his footsteps to the place where, as young lovers, they used to meet. Unfortunately, it’s based on a tru...

This is a song I wrote after reading about the Campbell Curse, called The Curse of Bluebird , in which anyone who had anything to do with these speed machines usually met a fatal or financial end. In many cases, being involved with them seemed to fast forward the future toward a destiny death.

This is a song I wrote about the move stars and their love of Cars which soon become mafee and moulded to their own persuasions and  personalities with bizarre customized outcomes.

This is a song I wrote after listening to a friend explaining the details of a dating site he was uploading his advertisement onto. The reason I say this is that it resembles buying a car, where you look at the details, bodywork, etc. You put in an age category, model/gender, mileage/number of owners i.e., marriages/partners, then swipe left or right and hold to view in detail just like on many si...

This is a song I wrote after reading about the ravens in the Tower of London.   Long ago, they were the city’s street cleaning squad as they are now. The Tower’s executions were, to them, a rare treat of meat.  Now they're a tourist greet, their bellies packed with blood biscuits rabbit. Pampered, praised, and plump, they are awarded military rank and are subject to the same strict code as so...

This is a song I wrote about the men in black those dreaded debt collectors. They arrive like dark shadows of doom looking very similar to funeral directors who carry away a corpse ;These guys also cart away a lost life.   I've experienced both , neither was a pleasant experience, You're left with a big empty space where once  life used to thrive.

This is the song I wrote from a poem five years ago,  i called it Mood indigo it's about getting up for work on Monday morning with a banging hangover, my mother's words echoing the chorus !! .

This is a song I wrote about the aristocrat, a now very rare endangered species of the human race , I had the privilege of being in the company of one whilst working aboard a luxury yacht, quite a wonderful  man.

This is a song I wrote after reading about how Edinburgh University is using old plastic bottles (i.e., PETs) to cure Parkinson’s disease. When polythene plastics become spastic, then the acid chains that build us are being refined and redesigned ;How long before the human is built from a plastic can or a tin of Spam? These boffins at Porton Down, with their chemistry sets, will make us into their...

A little tune wrote for mother's Day whilst watching families on mothering Sunday in my local cafe.

I wrote this song after seeing apocalyptic images of Iran following strikes on its oil refineries and chemical works perhaps even facilities similar to the germ-warfare laboratories at Porton Down. The skies turned so dark they resembled a solar eclipse, and soon black rain began to fall. This mirrors the effects of nuclear winter, where soot and debris rise into the high stratosphere and spread w...