Helen McCookerybook

All set up for an early start! Vocals first, or so I thought. Next door has the builders in. The hammer is thumping a counter-rhythm to the ...

A poor pigeon was wedged next to the bin. I suspect Cowcat (a local Tomcat with Friesian cow markings). I lifted the unfortunate bird into t...

 

I lay awake last night thinking about things to come that I'd rather not think about. I changed the channel. Today, I planned, I would r...

I'll be playing an all-new set of songs, The Darkside Truth , about the early days of punk.  Support from Glaswegian songwriter and musi...

Years and years and years and years ago... Lester Square and me organised what we called Music Halls, but what were really Music Free For Al...

This is a small but perfectly formed exhibition of textile works by artists from the Bethlem Gallery. Stars of the show are a denim jacket w...

Thank you Loud Women for 'seeing' me, or maybe that should be 'hearing' me. I am loud in my head and in my heart! https://lo...

 

 

Arfur, next door's barky dog (Arf! Arf!) has just given up his morning barkfest; now the builders have started up over the road with the...

The Robin hasn't been around for a long time, but just now it was having a drink in the water that I put out for thirsty birds. It was l...

A vote of confidence for my new songs from Gary Trueman at www.devolutionmagazine.co.uk 'Helen McCookerybook wins the room over with h...

I've invented a new thing: mindlessness. It's the opposite of mindfulness, and much, much more relaxing. 

Bloody bingo! Trying to write it in my head worked- I have the bassline written but not the skill to play it yet. Which means practicing. Ur...