If I were friends with Stephen F… I’d have him round with pals for p… He could bring his hubby, as you s… I’d sit him next to Victoria Wood… I’d invite Alan Rickman, I do as…

I’m living in the cellar of a dead… Duncan, my usual purveyor of all t… Told me, “his wife just called and… So, I rooted round a box of ports and…

It’s the blackest of black dogs, That steals your will and runs wit… Like a stick in its mouth, Not towards but away. Away.

I will not ask for help. This virus has abandoned me high a… I locked down early. As a health professional I did no… Though I waited.

Don’t go yet! We have barely found the consonant… I love you You love me Four plus four!

I’ll write some drunken poetry, It may not even rhyme. It doesn’t rhyme. It’s not even poetry. You soft lad!

What if I won’t be found? As the world turns white. As the winds turn cold. As a young gay man Turns grey and old.

I wanted to drink it, I drank it, It’s drunk. I wanted to sink it, I sank it,

I thought my heart was broken But now my heart is fixed I wished I had a cocktail And now the cocktail’s mixed. I’ve finally reached the age,

Stallions charging, Foaming white, Breaking on the beach. They rise, Raise their heads,

I do not believe the soul goes on… Ordinary, small, events of chaotic… A butterfly here, a feather there,… Insignificant. That I think this way, does not m…

I feel you, Know you are there, Pressing close, Behind me. Yes.

A boy on a beach, playing games? Playing dead. As the human race watches, At home, safe in its bed. And half the world mourns,

I'd feel much better If I'd refused to drink TWO Large brandies too large!