Dripping

Lard that’s what it was and that’s what it is that makes us Northerners so hard, as tough as old boots my dad used to say and he had his Lard every day, sometimes it doubled as Brylcreem as mad as that might seem, but we were poor then even though a pint of brown…

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Nineteen 68

More shooting stars in the sky than there were cars passing by and it was always dark at night, frost clutching tight to fingers turned quite blue and Father said, you’ll catch your death, but we never did, you can remember these little bits when your memory allows. sleds in the snow the warm glow…

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Fresh in from the county

This time it took time and some patience, not a seat to be seen but that’s nothing new I’ve been on the underground. It was pleasant though and pleasantly so presently I’ll think on it some more. For now home and showered some chow, but not Chinese relax play some beats think about the lack…

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Fifteen frames

Class the lass had class a distinctive look a face like a leather bound book ooh she was what I took to be the lass who’d be right for me then I woke in the fireplace having slept like a log ha old jokes like dreams are the best…

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‘sixty eight

two penneth of chips and trips t’ bay school’s out for Summer we’re all on holiday and the budgie died last night, but dad said, it flew away. The Beatles on the telly some yellow submarine, being young back then in Lancaster was just like living in a dream and ice cream after dinner from…

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Pot holing in Preston

It’s that time or sometimes it’s this time but one time at this or at that time it’ll be my time the communion wine was drugged the Methodist chapel was bugged and the man on the ‘rugged cross’ couldn’t give a toss about me. Bobby robbed the offertory so no hope or hymns for him…

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