My favourite TV show was and is Knightmare
Come and brave the dungeon if you dare
Treguard waits to welcome you
Will you be one of the lucky few
To escape the dungeon's dangers and tricks
Watch where you step or you'll get your licks
Will you fall in terror under Lord Fear's hand
Or be ensnared by Mogdred, the most feared sorcerer in the land

You better be prepared to test your wits
Against some of the wall monsters' greatest hits
Collect items to use on your quest
But be doubly sure you choose only the best
Try not to take weapons, they usually don't work
Or else your dungeoneer will likely be damned to hell
You will most likely need some of Merlin's magic
Or else the result of your quest will be only tragic

Remember to take a breath when you meet Folly
The jester's humour can only be described as jolly
He will do his best to help you along your way
If you pay attention you'll come through at the end of the day
Beware the Automatum's mechanical arm
And many other creatures who seek to do you harm
But above all be careful about Lord Fear
If you are ignorant you will only say "Oh dear"

Smirkenoff the dragon is powerful, wise and brave
He is vastly different from Motley the knave
Hop on his back for a ride, but remember the fare
Or else you'll be hearing from Skarkill who's lurking everywhere
His goblins loyally following close behind
But who are thankfully more than likely blind
But beware those cuffs, ever-present​ and new
Or the game is most definitely over for you

You seek the cup, the sword or the shield
Once you set off, the adventures never yield
In and out of crypts and throne rooms, metting fair maids
Only to end up in the fearsome Corridor of Blades
Dodge and dive, the danger's always near
But there's no time to tremble in fear
Before (if) you reach the final showdown
You'll be hailed as a hero in your part of town

But then the question still stands
Do you have what it takes to master these lands?
There is only one way to find out, you have to take a chance
Or you'll find yourself on the business end of a painful lance
Have your three advisors and some courage at hand
These things come heavily in demand
And prepare for a danger frought with peril and danger
All to the command of "Enter stranger!"​

There's this British composer - Andrew Lloyd Webber's his name
As far as musicians go, he's top of the game
He comes up with an idea and then produces the note
But his modesty will not allow him to gloat
His music is magic, his vision is clear
His musicals are mega, all of which I hold very dear

He's not afraid to work for his dream
He and Tim Rice are the perfect tag team
Joseph and JCS and Evita too
And also The Likes of Us, give that its due
But Andrew's craftsmanshi​p goes far beyond that
He makes all his rivals sit and say drat

He created a world of trains in Starlight Express
A bright, chirpy musical that's bound not to depress
Cats was all about the beauty of the feline
A basic plot but it sure followed the beeline
And the Phantom of the Opera, where will he pop up next?
He comes and goes so quickly it leaves us all perplexed

Song and Dance and Tell Me on a Sunday
Are guaranteed to give the audience a fun day
Sunset Boulevard and Aspects of Love
Are as beautiful and graceful as a heavenly dove
All the music is filled with majesty and grace
And so moving in places it sends tears down your face

Whistle Down the Wind is a beautiful tale
Everyone reading ought to find the soundtrack in the mail
And one particular musical not particularly​ tame
Is the one known only as The Beautiful Game
A strong and powerful tale of love and loss
This is one show not to be called dross

Bombay Dreams and the Woman in White
Flow so smoothly it's almost a fright
Dignity and passion are high up the list
And the message is so strong it hits like a fist
And now I hear the Phantom is coming back
New ideas for music he is certain not to lack

So if you read this Andrew please listen to me
Your music makes my soul soar high and feel free
Your work is so familiar it's a part of my life
I turn to it when in trouble or strife
But I also make sure to listen when I'm glad
If I stopped listening I must be going mad.

All too soon my time at college will end
Sometimes I dwell on it so much I think I'm round the bend
The good times will go, the people will leave
Soon there will be nothing for me to do but grieve
Or is that the case? I can't help but wonder
If I'm inadvertante​ly making an enormous blunder
I will no doubt be very sad
But in between I shall be very glad.

The things we've done, the shows we've made
The great memories of which will never fade
The laughter, the jokes, the tears, the joy
All set me in good stead for the other great times ahoy
The commitment, the patience, the determinatio​n, the push
Is as beautiful to me as a garden lush.
My friends will all go their own seperate ways
but one thing we all know, we'll carry the memories to the end of our days.

I will miss Craig and Chris and Lee
Who are undoubtedly the funniest people known to me
Jordan and Paul and Simon too
People like them are sadly all too few.
Gemma and Jade and Caroline I shall miss as well
And when Paul cracks a joke it's like raising hell.
Eric and JP and Gordon are the sweetest people I know
But my little sister Steph will be perhaps the hardest to see go

But they are only just a few examples, everyone is great
Sometimes our antics have kept us up well late
Bowling after college, going down the town
With activities like this, how could you feel down?
We never made it to the cinema, they most likely wouldn't let us in
Our sense of humour and adventure they would consign to the bin
But we did manage to get to Alton Towers, what a thrill
An experience like that is one for which you could kill.

A pint at the Dubliners, and perhaps the throw of a dart
Really break the ice, so there's no need to fart
Pints of beer, lager and Coca-Cola flow
Drink all you want before you go
But watch out for those soggy chips, they're really not the best
And why does that shepherd's pie remind me of a bird's nest?

On the night of a show, all the nervous tension ran loose
The stage was so hot we all needed a steady flow of juice
Stepping into someone else's shoes and going out there to act
Was between all of us the most sacred pact
The amount of talent, the luck of the draw
That was the casting caller's law
Stepping out when it was done and taking our call
Was the ideal way to bring each show to a fall.

So as you see, all these memories are mine
And surely you must agree they are incredibly fine
Where do I go from here? Who is to know
But one thing's for certain - I will never go low
So heads up to the summer and thanks to one and all
Thanks for taking my back away from the wall
And who knows, ten or twenty years down the line
We'll all meet up again and go wine and dine



BTEC National Certificate in Performing Arts
Sept. 2007 - June 2009

As I sit in my chair with my pen in my hand
I hold the key to unlocking undiscovered​ lands.
To a magical world, far from here
To a land of mystery and legend, which I know only by ear.
An intriguing world which beckons me to come
A world of magic and song which makes me hum.

Yet sometimes I find myself lacking in strength
To step into this world here at arm's length
So I am writing this in order to explain why
The art of writing for me is do or die.
So lookee here, you curious creature
Come and view Nathan's writings, his noblest feature.