Real friends in my fictitious life…. 

It's pretty simply, I am like marmite.... you either love me or you hate me.... most of the time it's the latter of that equation but for the ones who love me, they honestly, truly do.  This leads me to the beginning of my story, the beginning of something great, the beginning of the group…

Summer, a short poem

The sun comes up, the earth gets warm, the masses rush to the beach, in an unorganised swarm. The waves wash up and tickle the sand, pulling in and back out, oh isn't it grand. A little girl with an ice cream dripping down her limb, her brother rushes to the writhing water, desperate for…