Play with Fire

The typewriter ribbon had the grace to hold out until I entered the last full stop on my overdue column for Art Occasionally. It was 4 a.m. I snapped off the desk light and realised the resulting…

Wapping Blues

If your memory serves you well, You’ll remember you’re the one That called on me to call on them To get your favours done. And after every plan had failed And there was nothing more to tell, You…

Dear landlord, please don’t put a price on my soul

It happened to artists in New York and Chicago in the sixties, and it’s beginning to happen in London today. Artists seek out and find low cost studio space in…