Category: Off The Cuff

Barbara – an Evocation My mother was the most curious person I’ve ever known – and her sense of humour would have enjoyed the ambiguity inherent in that statement. Hers was a curiosity that was infectious, but too uniquely her own to be entirely contagious. Her idea of conversation was…

This is a somewhat shameless use of this website, but hell, it’s mine, so why not? For forty-three years I have been churning out writing of every known sort: plays, arts criticism, journalism, fiction, non-fiction, children’s fiction, poetry, song-lyrics and librettos. Yes, the odd book has been published, the odd…