Your favourite black dog, Vera, tried to round up a man on the beach yesterday evening. You know what she's like. A man's dog. Your dog....

People keep telling me to watch Afterlife. I'm a little scared of it right now. I will see it at some point. Ricky is a hometown boy,...

Halfway along the path turn right at the hawthorn tree Then it would be: ‘hello nan’, so softly You would stand between the two of them...

When I was a reporter I interviewed a lot of my musical heroes. Terry would laugh at me for being 'in love' with James Burton, Glen...

This is one of my favourite photographs. Terry's too. It was taken in Dunblane after Terry and I, and his son Joseph had visited Terry's...

Going through someone's papers, mementos, photographs and keepsakes makes you realise how much a human being copes with in a single life....

Am I fetishising Terry? Probably. But if I don't talk about who he was, who will? A person isn't made up of their life-events dotted...

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...

My lovely brother, Martin, packed me off on holiday to Malta with my niece last week. I suspect she was under strict instructions to feed...

I keep thinking about those interviews Wilko Johnson did after he dodged the Grim Reaper. If anyone was going to side-step death it...

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...

Alan O'Leary called me, doll, the good ones are looking out for me now. A big man, big heart, he cherished you. Last time we saw him he...

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,...

I bought a new dress. It feels quite wrong to buy clothes Terry will never see. Particularly beautiful clothes. It is midnight blue with...

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...

Smarter people than me have talked about magical thinking. In the first few weeks after it happened I set about gathering everything...

People have been sending me photographs. Lots of Terry onstage. Often from The Breedon Bar, Birmingham, with Flaco Jiménez or with Jesse...