Monday, 7 November 2011


Today is my 31st anniversary since meeting my Head Fox & Soul Mate - Niki Gunner. We were just kids when we met! I joined my first band that week and decided then and there that if I was to be a respected lead singer I would need the most beautiful girl in the world by my side and hanging out at my rehearsals and gigs! I joined the band on the Monday, met said girl on the Friday and it was love at first site - and she was there at 'The Spirals' rehearsal by the following Monday! At my Gig at Minster Village Hall within 2 weeks and at Highbury with me within 4 weeks - What a girl!!!
This weekend I was rehearsing and enjoying another Gunners victory and who was the beautiful lady still with me and still hanging out? What a lady!!!

Wanna know the secrets of our success? Please read the following poem - 'Conventus Amor' ... Not saying WE have all the answers but people don't seem to stick together so much these days and we hope that the creed within this document will help others, as it has served us well.

The wonderful photo is by the brilliant Peter Bryenton

Sunday, 6 November 2011


We - of spoilt generation know nothing of bombs ...

Where the earth it thundered and carved a pool..

A mirror for shadows of forgotten sons;

Their faces guarded here, in wooded shade unknown.

Where someone came from somewhere on a train,

Became no one going nowhere in the rain.

Oh bitter rain, like spider’s tears in June…

That weep for summer days unsown,

And monstrous rage, beneath these trees full-grown.

We - of spoilt generation know nothing of pain.

From shattered crater tranquil pond – now still,

Exploded grim and bloody, crushing lives,

And tearing cried aloud, to a singular eye in mud…

Blurred and staring, blasted from its face,

Like a horror movie witness to history’s disgrace.

Oh stark disgrace, like a devil sick of sin…

For within this glade a soldier’s story,

A silent repose for sacrifice and glory.

We - of spoilt generation know nothing of war.

Where doom himself swam, laughing in this pool…

Clasping like a clam the bones of youth,

That died, for what? Like freezing flies in fall.

Quietude now, with faintest ripple beauty still remains,

Though the water hides the ghostly groans of heroes still unnamed.

Oh savage heroes, your honour clothes the naked shame…

Of innocence blown to smithereens,

And a million deaths of hopes and dreams.

You know, history is never quite as it seems,

With a billion deaths of hope and dreams

So as stories are told from age to age,

They’ll be swallowed by the silent pool of rage.

Jayl De Lara ©

Inspired by the photograph - “A Belgium Crater” by Rick van Lente

Extra Inspirations from the movie – “Regeneration”, directed by Gillies MacKinnon

Poem Dedicated to the memory of Wilfred Owen & Siegfried Sassoon – Heroes & War Poets

Friday, 4 November 2011

Calling all Warriors of Light - Male and Female!

Each warrior of light contains within him the spark of God.
His destiny is to be with other warriors, but sometimes he will need to practice the art of the sword alone; this is why, when he is apart from his companions, he behaves like a star.
He lights up his allotted part of the Universe and tries to point out galaxies and worlds to all those who gaze up at the sky.
The warriors's persistence will soon be rewarded. Gradually, other warriors approach, and they join together to form constellations, each with their own symbols and mysteries.

Paulo Coelho - Manual of the Warrior of Light