It was that time of the year when winter and spring Walk hand in hand, with crisp wind, bars of sunshine, Saturday afternoon cumulus clouds, Splashes of blue, shouts of “muddied oafs”, And a referee’s whistle drifting in the breeze Across the valley to my mate and me, Walking across the empty football pitch, Right […]

Pythagoras thought About the meat pie he’d bought That meat pies r square.

Would you bet six quid On the psychic octopus Being a sick squid?

So when I look back, what do I remember? The regressive sense of anticipation, Being a boy again but with Christmas Eve in summer: Digging my plot and seeing red ants and slow worms – The imagination goes on a journey, With the heat and the dust, it’s just like Africa! The 3 pigeons chewing […]

Auf Wiedersehen, Pet. No more old stereotypes. All our yesterdays.