A Dead Good Blog

For the past week, I’ve had Blue Mink’s ‘Melting Pot’ going round in my head. It was a good song back in the day, carrying a message in a po...

  Are songs poetry?   That’s a broad question and something that my late friend and poet Christo Heyworth had an ongoing gentle debate with....

Piccadilly Circus, 1972. My friend and I felt like we had landed somewhere exciting. We were staying a long weekend with my family in Roeham...

I was washing glasses in our pub, hidden away in the ‘still room’ on my regular Friday night and Saturday night stint during the busy Il...

Who would ever really want to be a young teenager again? I look fondly back on those years, well, the good bits, and skip right past the emb...

This week on the blog we've been looking at music. I used to think that music had a lot in common with poetry because, at the end of ...

By Ashley Lister Oftentimes, whenever I mention to someone that I enjoy writing poetry, they say: “Oh yes! I write song lyrics. That’s...

Last year, after much persuading from Shaun, I sat down to watch Eurovision (he also likes to watch  Mamma Mia! The Movie  in sing-along m...