Growing pains 2

Eating bread and dripping and reading ‘ripping yarns’ life was that and so much more back in nineteen sixty-four, A coal fire had me sitting watching mother knitting dad was doing some ironing a man ahead of his time. Frank Finlay had me blushing, blood rushing I won’t say where, but I was eight, too…

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Part two

We haven’t woke up to the fact that we won’t wake up to the facts. There are definitely blue birds over those off white things in Dover, but they used to be as happy as larks. Moving on and we’re moving off the tube’s gone without so much as a by your leave. I woke…

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White rabbit

Divorced from reality because I had enough of that so it’s off to pass through the looking glass and engage in a fit of fantasy and if you don’t know by now Alice fancies me. The mad hatters, a rap band from Sunderland Dee and Dum roll out from the bar on a bottle of…

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