Monday she left me Tuesday stayed in bed Wednesday can’t remember Thursday hurt my head Friday cried a river Saturday should’ve wed Sunday I killed myself Happy now I’m dead
Caved Bob is where you'll find my latest creative writing efforts; short stories, poems, articles and other nonsense that might just amuse you.
Please note, this is a baby blog, just starting out in the big Worldwide Web. Like most babies, it needs regular attention, encouragement and your patience. Occassionally, it may stink and need changing.....just let me know when.
Hi, I’m David, 6'2", with brown hair, roving eyes and wandering hands...whoa! that's my other website.
I was born in 1973. My childhood consisted of watching Grandstand, collecting football stickers and pretending to be Phil Collins....why?
During my GCSE exams I finally accepted that neither the A-Team or Ipswich Town were ever going to require the services of an uncoordinated and skinny, four-eyed teenager but sadly, that was too late.
Blaming the school and taking myself elsewhere, I merely found a new group of girls to ignore me and a different classroom window to stare out of. However, passing one A Level got me to university to study Leisure Management.
Managing my leisure time had never previously been a problem and I maintained this throughout my degree; the majority of it managed under my duvet.
Since graduating I have been an estate agent, possibly the worst commercial surveyor ever in Colchester, looked after the homeless, and now work for a charity supporting clients with mental health problems.
A career in writing would save me ever leaving the house. Together we can do it!
