Humour

‘That one’s five hundred quid mate, but I could probably let you have it for four eighty,’ said the very gaunt looking man pointing to the clock that...

The short walk from the station to the record company, through the beautiful oval shaped park, had lifted Sam’s soul. But now, in the tiny cluttered...

[This is a freshened up old one] The clock was slightly slow … He bought a clock that could compute … dozing, reading, time drifts by

This is a poem I wrote about forty years ago. I was working as a waiter in a cocktail bar at the time. My dear friend Anthony Healey found the faded...