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CHRIS BRADBURY
Writer

I have always believed that creativity begins with paying attention.

The small moments. The questions that stay with us. The memories we cannot quite let go of. The stories hidden behind ordinary faces and ordinary places.

Writing, music and art have been my way of exploring those things. Sometimes through a character in a story, sometimes through a song, sometimes through an image that says something words cannot. Writing is how I make sense of things.

This website is a collection of those journeys — the stories, songs and artwork that have grown from a lifetime of observing, wondering and imagining.

Thank you for taking the time to visit. I hope you find something here that connects with you.

SELECTED WORKS

GIL LAINE - WAITING FOR NO MORE

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THE GHOST OF DORMY PLACE

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THE ALBUS BEAN - HATFUL OF HATE

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FOR ALL YOU RIGHT-WING, HATEFUL MORONS OUT THERE. GET IN THE SEA!

All you men and boys that cower behind your masks

As you head to Portsmouth Town

You hide behind your right to speak

A right you’ve never had to earn

All you malcontents that hide behind your failings

As you head to Dover Town

You bury yourselves in a tomb of self-loathing

A right you have easily earned

The Englishman came from lands ‘cross the ocean

The Englishman came from places unseen

The Englishman came from the loins of invaders

The Englishman came from old Angln

All you shadows and ghosts who put flags at half mast

On our lampposts and our bridges

You hide behind a flag of foreign invention

And the lions of the Angevin

All you Bell Beaker boys and Danegeld deposits

All you utterers of Norse and old German tongues

All you sons of the French and the Saxon marauders

Come look in the mirror and see where you’re from

The Englishman came from lands ‘cross the ocean

The Englishman came from places unseen

The Englishman came from the loins of invaders

The Englishman came from old Angln

So when brothers and sisters escape to our Heaven

From the Hell that our fathers fled

Be not so quick as to pass on your judgment

Lest that judgment condemns you as well

Oh, the Englishman came from lands ‘cross the ocean

The Englishman came from places unseen

The Englishman came from the loins of invaders

The Englishman came from old Angln

Be not so quick as to pass on your judgment

Lest that judgment condemns you as well

Angln

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