ABOUT ME
MY FAMILY
SCREEN SAVERS
MUSIC
STORIES & POETRY
BOOK
PHILOSOPHY
WINTER SOLSTICES
SUMMER SOLSTICES 1
SUMMER SOLSTICES 2
PHOTOS AND ART
RESERVED SPACE
My mum Jessica. Great lady. We definitely see eye to eye these days, although I put mum through a lot of worry and anxiety in my earlier years. She never brings up the past though, and we are now good friends and often go on great walks together.
My wife’s mum Betty. She died of TB when my wife, Jean, was only five years old. Jean still loves and remembers her mum.
Basil, my dad. Used to play the violin until a bag full of disabilities brought him down leading to his death at the age of about 70. He is now floating around the Scottish Highlands, at least that’s where we released his ashes.
My wife, Jean, and I. This picture was taken in our earlier days. We have been together for eighteen years now, and married for seventeen. We our, of course, now older, fatter, and a bit more fogy and, at the age of forty-three I have now started having the occasional shave, old baby face me!
Jean has various family members here and there, but they are a bunch of cop outs that don’t give a damn about anyone except themselves and are nowhere to be found. May the devil have mercy on their lifeless corpses.*?&!£/\@€^ them! Jean is left on the planet alone, bar my family and I, and with a severe mental illness to hinder her existence.
Piki, our little dog, brings much happiness and joy to Jean and I. We prefer little Piki to having a kid due to both mine and Jean’s mental illnesses. Jean and I don’t really feel up to bringing up a kid and we love Piki as much as we would a kid,
This is a picture of Piki on Exmouth beach, during a visit to my best mate Ian in Devon, for a wee break from caring for Jean, whom I look after with great love and affection.
This is a picture of Piki on Exmouth beach, during a visit to my best mate Ian in Devon, for a wee break from caring for Jean, whom I look after with great love and affection.
Cymbal, our funny old cat. I swear he thought he was a bird. May his soul sweep the milk bars of heaven.
