This morning it has hit me really hard that my brother is gone. I have cried many tears. Thank you for all the tributes. He is a very special person and forever in my heart.

We've all lost a big friend in @wombat37.bsky.social.

I've written up a thing over on Blipfoto

www.blipfoto.com/entry/345006...

What a top fella, sail on well my friend.

Michael, my lovely brother,
You’ve been making me laugh since we were small—
All those daft jokes, the cheeky grin,
The way you could turn an ordinary day
Into something bright and unforgettable.
We grew up in a home full of love
And I love you now, forever and always

Your sister

I hate that I am a journey away and can’t be there as much as I want to be, but knowing how supported he is — and how wonderfully you are all holding Mary — brings real comfort.

These posts break my heart to read, yet they also remind me just how surrounded by love we are. Thank you

Thank you all so much for the love, kindness and support you’ve shown us during such a desperately difficult time with Michael. It means more than I can ever put into words. X Julie (Michael’s sister)

Friends of @wombat37.bsky.social unite!

By quote reposting this, I’m hoping to make a virtual chain of people around Wombie. Full of love and happy memories of this great friend of ours, so he can feel us making a huge circle of love and care around him.

Are you in?
#CirleofLoveForWombie

I'm reading @wombat37.bsky.social's 'Red Christmas: disturbing yuletide tales for grown-ups'. Only read one so far as it felt like cheating starting on 30th November but I enjoyed it very much.

Here we go... Look out for the full video of me as my character, Cleaveskull, coming soon. Please repost this with wild abandon, and pre-order the book. Paperback pre-orders should be along before too long.

Here's me reading my short story "God's Camera" for you. Thanks to @vspearson85.bsky.social for help turning it into a video.

youtu.be/Ho4GfEx3r9c?...

I watch you dance,
full of life & air,
& ache to join you.
But these days I feel
the squirm of Death.
A smithereen once,
now it spreads inside
like blacksmear mould
creeping over old bones.
One day soon,
its wiry filaments rending my veins,
it will take me
& this door
will slam
shut.

#WomsLastStand