Arnold’s song, or total recall

How do you remember? Cast your mind far behind to the past. Is it taste, smell or touch Which one gives you a rush? Which one transports you through space and time? Recognition is fickle, And synapses crackle With altered results every go. Which version of truth Is the one you produce Is it theContinue reading “Arnold’s song, or total recall”


I have an itch, I have a scratch I sometimes wonder if I can match My old ways, my triumphs, my career success. Will I ever, like I once did, get power dressed? My glories have gone now I’m off the fast track I’ve stepped down and slowed down I’ll never go back. But IContinue reading “Parked”


It’s amazing the trouble You need to hide muddle, to project an impression of calm. To make everyone fail to pick up on my tale of self pity, dillusion and harm. My jokes now all lack the right bite as I crack lamely on and I slur and repeat. Once you laughed, now I see you hang back, lookContinue reading “Perspective”

Now you see me….

Hey, I’m still here guys, just keeping my head low and focusing on my June goals. For once in my life I’m sticking to my goals and might, might just achieve some of them. Yes, unbelievable but true. The parkinsons seemed to rob me of energy, motivation, call it what you will. Just general ‘oomph’Continue reading “Now you see me….”


Over the last year or so, things have changed a lot as you know. I’ve been made redundant, got a new completely different job, crashed the car,found my inner cyclist, been up and down the road of Parkinson’s and spent lots more time with my boys.Peaks and troughs indeed. One of the things I saidContinue reading “Kaleidoscope”

Mega mix

A busy busy day, a grand mix of the main strands of my personality – art, fabric, Parkinson’s and family. I went to three new places today. First off, fabric heaven, tucked away in Stitchopolis, I can’t believe I only just got to go now. The place is full of every kind of fabric andContinue reading “Mega mix”


My life is like a tardis The Inside bigger than the out Small movements you see Are massive to me My thoughts fill the space that I can’t Time is at a different pace My speedometer is set rather low But someone refrained From telling my brain So everything Comes out too slow Ideas thoughtsContinue reading “Tardis”