There's a petition going around to get Steve Gibbons a star on the Birmingham Walk of Fame. While they are at it can someone get him a...

I'm reading that book about Michael Marra that I bought for you but you hadn't yet read. 'From Kate, Easter 2018' - you always wrote the...

Terry wrote this piece on his website, March 2, 2017. Back in the day, Cal looked like Elvis Presley's older brother who might have been...

I've spent a few days back and forth to the hospital. It's the same one Terry and I went when he had a heart issue a couple of years ago....

I've been going through some photographs, looking for something. There are hundreds of them, all carefully archived and dated - Terry had...

I don't know why I think a song is a sacred thing, to be elevated and adored above almost everything else. Particularly a profane song....

Just received a letter from someone Terry had good times with 50 years ago. They drove to Birmingham together in '68, in Dave's dad's...

If you don't get a Christmas card from me I can only apologise. I have never sent one in my life. Terry did all of that stuff. He was the...

I may have said this before, I lose track. When Terry's son, Joseph, visited us, there was a ritual. They would come into the house,...

I don't do much socialising. My mother worries about it. If I go to a gathering it tends to be a business event and I'm there for my...

There are people in this shabby world - some I have never met, some I have met for the briefest of times, and some who I have spent scant...

I've been listening to Honky Tonk Masquerade. It is one of those albums I hadn't dared to approach since Terry died. He was so into Joe...

I dreamed about Terry again. He was sitting in my mum's sunny kitchen, singing us Neil Diamond songs. I heard the whole of Signs,...

That Western jacket I have been obsessing about? The last time Terry wore it was at The Luminaire, in Kilburn High Road. He and Wes...

I’ve started to notice women in the supermarket queue who wear a large wedding ring on a chain around their neck. It’s a little moment of...

There are some words only poets use, in order to sound like ‘proper poets’, aren’t there? They always set my teeth on edge: Shards...

As you know, Terry’s beautiful clothes are grieving me. There is one item in particular. A lovely, Scully Western jacket: fluid, inky...

I've been wondering why it bothers me so deeply that some folks who really should have valued Terry didn't. I'm not talking about his...

A sweet couple from Enniskillen has been in touch. They talked of a Friday night in The Bridge Inn, Ramelton, Co Donegal, when Terry...

When Terry was a kid, on a week's holiday with his parents in Weymouth, his beloved gran, Ada, sent him a letter every other day. "I've...