• I went searching for the soul of Forest Green, Wandering intuitively, ad hoc Inferentially, without any A priori knowledge or insight: It was a tabula rasa wander. Northfields Road smacked of enclosed fields (‘Its only bondage was the circling sky’), And Eighteenth century food riots, With Captain Swing riding over in Horsley, While dark satanic […]
  • Buddleia in broad gauge bloom down on Stroud station, Crazy golf flags out at the Brunel Goods Shed, As I lazily read the Stroud News on the train to London, Until I came across Rodda Thomas of Crown and Sceptre fame: ‘’ The whole game, in real time, kicking off at 3pm on Saturday, exactly […]
  • The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where […]
  • Enter Edgar, King Lear, Jon Parkin, Ye Beast, Dale Vince as Duke of Frocester, Scotty Bartlett and various morris dancers as footballers Scene ; The white cliffs of Dover ‘Come on, sir; here’s the place: stand still. How fearful And dizzy ’tis, to cast one’s eyes so low! The footballs high that wing the midway […]
  • Our revels are starting – the game’s to be won, Tis time to swap shirts before the day’s run, I swap mine with Shakespeare, with a poem sublime, Tis all about football, in memory’s rhyme: ‘Sphere! Leather sphere! See how I kick the muddied orb High into the vaulted azure sky, Far above London’s dark […]