Christmas time, soft snow falling

something calls me and it all drifts slowly into a fireplace of that long ago, with the wrought iron fork that skewered the bread and dad with a woodbine and flat cap on his head and mum smelled of currants and a slight splash of port it falls to me now to remember just how…

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Richard the third and a quarter

In the ‘night of the long knives’ the longest knife wins a bit like a pissin’ contest where, but we’ll not go down that road after all it’s Sunday. I thought like a fool and thought I’d get more than gruel so I took a lowly position in a top West End kitchen years later…

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More electric soup

I try to believe that ultimate power is held by the populace, but facing the facts I can see it’s not true. The state holds our fate in its hands. Political treason, a butchery beggaring belief and a thief of all reasoning Homeless numbers up and yet on the up they’re still going down London’s…

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Nails it

Then we executed a three point turn wanted to go back and to learn but yearning for don’t get things done, ask the son of man he can explain better than I…

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