
I had bigger plans but no budget. Still, no point it sitting on my hard drive. It's an older code Sir, but it checks out.

'NOTES..' started as a poem about 5 years ago. I wanted to pull this ballad off the page to share as a song about parenting a teenage daughter. Said daughter (to whom the song is lovingly dedicated) has since emerged from the chrysalis of teenhood and fluttered off to a zoology degree. Life has stumbled achingly over the past five years in Wales, but now with a roaring, unsettling and ironic silence since she left for uni. Returning to Hong Kong in the summer of ‘25 to visit my youngest and currently incumbent teenage daughter stirred many emotions around her resettlement, spiritual happiness and my place in her life. Yet, I’ve since spotted this pupa morphing under an elegant silk cast and had a glimpse of the beautiful creature she is becoming. Sitting on the dock of Mui Wo Bay while writing this (August 1st. 2025) I can just make out the lights in Ap Lei Chau. I’ve seen them before, like all distant lights they sometimes appear brighter and clearer, sometimes lost in a fog. I’ll be an inflated dinosaur on the ferry tomorrow and when I roar past I’ll take a closer look.

It's been a tough few years for most. A visit to one of my favourite places seemed the perfect setting for what I hope you find to be a soothing song. It has no one particular person in mind but a collection of feelings that have been built over recent years and reinforced of late with sad events. Ella did an amazing job behind and in front of camera. I will cherish that day.

I Loved this opportunity to animate, and work again with John Laudon..

Written back in the days when I lived in a cow shed. Seems to fit the general weirdness of life today.

Written and recorded in 2016 The song is cynical , cheap and a rough production. I’ve thought how I might rework it but I’m not sure the message is any different and I still sing off-key. “la piel de la naranja es gruesa”.. translate.

Look at the trees . They're swaying . They feel the touch of the breeze . They overheard . My whispered words . Can you hear what I'm saying?

Hold on to your dream . Don’t give it away . Pin to the brightest star . For darker days

Possibly the first kids’ song I wrote, evolving from Saturday morning English club with Wayne, a guitar and a few hand puppets. Also my directorial / motion(al) / editorial debut..

A quick song made with Apple loops and a generous amount of cheese.

“Can you make a lyric video by tomorrow?”



We are greater than our sum of parts
Together we’re a work of art
Paint and canvas lay forever
Woven at the heart


Water colours of endless summers . More than love songs could say . Rhyme and reason . For how I’m feeling today

Shot and cut by my good friend Karamjit Gill I got lots of support from friends to market my phonics program at a youth rugby festival..