He’s strolling down the highstreet, in the middle of the spring Slowly glazing over, to the words the buskers sing When *THUD*, he suddenly falls into a clumsy passer by Whilst gathering up his paper, she seems to catch his eye “Well i’m sorry duck, that was my fault, should’ve looked where I was going” Was a pretty girl, with a pretty smile, so he...Learn More

Wooden chairs on wooden floors And a bonnie lass at the bar Pouring pints in fishnet tights Whilst shaking her tip jar The boys are gettin’ lairy 'Cause they’ve had a bit to drink What's this poor young barmaid gonna think Autumn locks and knee length frocks In a pub they’d like to call Ye old stairway to heaven ‘Cause at the end most men would...Learn More

"What can I get you darling" says Kathryn from the bar A pint of Dog & Parrot, and some crisps for the rock star A friendly face to greet you, from the landlord and landlady They say "do you want to play some tunes", I say "maybe", I say "maybe" I wrote this little diddy, inspired by my mate Glyn The worlds greatest brand manager, from here to...Learn More