Be your own cool.

Dear Pogue, You remember that place that only I know the way to? Back in the day? Well, back in this most magical of places, I would always hurry home on a Friday to catch a programme called Happy Days. No “Catch Up TV” then! Anyway, there was a character called the Fonz, and, back … Continue reading Be your own cool.

Where does it come from?

Dear Pogue, What no letter! A whole week without an envelope of inspiration landing on your door mat and calling to you: “Open me, open me”. It wasn’t that inspiration dried up. No, rather inspiration took annual leave whilst I sat around feeling sorry for myself. Let me explain. I had helped to look after … Continue reading Where does it come from?

Get a real job.

Dear Pogue, The last letter I sent you, I don’t understand how other people got to read it. Was it sealed when it arrived? Putting this mystery aside, some of those who read it said nice things so I guess, all in all, we got a win (someone even suggested there’s a book in all … Continue reading Get a real job.

Tell me a story.

Dear Pogue, Tell me. Have you ever listened to a story teller? Someone who can take words and weave them in to something enchanting, something mesmerising that draws you in and engages you, maybe engages your whole being? Story is the one thing that can hold a humans’ attention for hours. Nobody can look away … Continue reading Tell me a story.

Dream from where you stand.

Dear Pogue, How’s your week going? I know you had to work some nights so I hope you have recovered. I thought I’d like to share a few lines from a favourite song that always encourages me and helps me to be forward looking. Whatever happened to the dreamersThey always look beyond the skySaw a … Continue reading Dream from where you stand.

It’s Not An Exact Art

Dear Pogue, You know how I like to cook and experiment with food. It's a creative art to me. Well, someone gave me a day at a cookery school learning how to bake bread. So yesterday I set off early, into the city on my bike, and spent the day getting covered in dough and … Continue reading It’s Not An Exact Art