Sixties

Cliff, nonot jumping( for a change ) Richards reminded me of a song abouta Summer Holidaywhich we were going on, it seems a long time coming…

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The wool winder

The day passes into history,it may, in the future, remind meof something I thought I’d forgetor it may not,there’s a lot to process in twentyfour hours and as time goes onit feels like more. Almost bedtime,I amclosing the curtains to keep outthe dragons and bolting the door. Tomorrowwhich is the future now, but won’tbe then,I…

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Far flung or as far as you can fling.

10 million cases and all them in the wrong airportsort of makes holidays a bust,but maybe I’ve got the wrong end of the stickmaybe this is about the sick casesfaces hidden behind a mask, I’ll ask Google. yepit’s due to Corona and not down to Stansted or Orly, from Banstead to Chorleypoints North and South,a…

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Killing it

Breakfast,smash an egg or twocream some cheesestick a knife into the buttercut some hamand yetI profess to bea non-violent man. life in lockdown…

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Flame out

When does‘the time of our lives start?’anddo we have to line up? this will all be whitewashedairbrushedhushed upkept schtumand no one will ever knowthat in the twenty first centuryour leaders could not organisea piss up in a brewery…

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