Autobiography
Wan too many
I woke up rough and grunting, Amidst a pile of bunting. Somebody said "who let that runt in?" "Get him out. Get shunting!" For my trousers, I then...
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Trees Called To Me
An account of a trip up to the Ridgeway on August 30th 2021 bank holiday Monday. As I gazed through a cobweb attached to pane and sill, trees swayed...
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The Long and the Short of It
When I was young, life seemed so long. Eating meat and making a pong. Wondering about the average length of a dong. Fairly certain of right and wrong...
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Riding The Rails
As the train pulls out for Toronto hugs and kisses only memories the crowd lost in love- the coach now sways to the sweep of an October wind poplar...
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Frosty the Snowman
I was going to go out to the garden and build a snowman but then I remembered that I needed to put some fat on the cat’s abscess. I haven’t been...
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Mixed Metaphors
This definitely was not what little Sis and I had in mind. Our taste buds were yearning for something along the lines of marzipan, sugar-dusted...
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Golden Memories: TV Programmes (Part One)
Well, it was all monochrome for the 1960's proletariat. We had a portable Ferranti TV with incorporated radio and massive unreliability. It had more...
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A Turgid and Impenetrable Poem about Mephistopheles
Well...er.... um, I can't think of anything to rhyme. I was going to wax lyrical about crime. About how it's always related to a life of grime. And...
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The Olympics
Thank God it's almost over. The end will smell of clover. Should have been blocked at Dover. As much like sport as calling Rover. Skate boards, grins...
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Westope Wood Hill
(30/7/21) Steep up the hill ’til reach the woody crown, and see so far; stop and stare, let your eyes take their fill; stroll round the wood to the...
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