Following my ‘troubled’ late teenage years, having returned to Essex in November 1972 under something of a cloud, I’d emerged like a...

It was late November 1972 when I arrived back at the family home in Goldhanger, a tiny Essex village on the Blackwater estuary. I was 19...

So here's the Valentine's poem then. From a national newspaper about 2006 maybe. NOT AN ORDINARY LOVE It isn't hearts and flowers that I...

Halloumi my friends! It’s been a while since the last Newellsletter so let’s get down to business. Music News: A change of format this...

A ghost story in rhyme... THE PALE BOY In the drifting of December at the greying of the year When the skies were dour and doleful And...