Writing was once my favoured passtime. I remember when younger (11-15), my stories took me beyond this realm. Education, plus the fact of work and girls occupied my mind ever increasingly though. The pen alass became less of a friend to me.

Hit by a car in London when six I spent alot of time in hospital. When released a wrist deformity, scars, and speech problems were now part of me. But I was lucky, never defeatest, simply alive still!

Life with all its ups, and downs continued. I wrote nothing until hospital again interupted. My illness has left me unable to walk. However, My new way of life left me able to wright. My poetry I hope will impact upon all that read it.