• The Premiership
    Just like Pip we hope to climb the social ladder, Saying goodbye to old Joe Gargery, Aspiring to Estelle, no wag in the crowd, she, Hoping that Miss Havisham will be our benefactor. But Magwitch and Joe the blacksmith, Remind us of our taproom roots. Who wants Great Expectations When the consequence is usury? Far […]
  • Blue Remembered Quills
    It’s more than my Wordsworth, To tell you, my good friend Crispi, How a poet should run Chelski, But if you are going to be a big Spender, Make sure the Pound Burns no hole in your pocket. Do not put Coleridge and the Ancient Mariner together, One suffers from piles and substance abuse, The […]
  • No More Narcissi Anymore
    Snowdrops on a rain-swollen riverbank, Primrose by a canal lock, shady and dank, A thrush taps gainst its mirrored reflection – The message is clear for the footballing nation: The narcissus of spring, bright yellow and green, Means self-love, but self-death; So cheer the opposition, not your own team.
  • The Past is a Different Country
    Digging down deep, a trench for spuds, not warfare, I catch a glint of subterranean sunlight, A signal from the past, from somewhere Far beyond sight, mortality, skin and bone, A piece of flint, there amongst the limestone. I rest on my spade, bend down, pick up and ponder: How did you get here? Not […]
  • A Straight Line Through a Revolution
    Who was it who thought that 1 piece of string betwixt 2 sticks, Could measure a line even truer and straighter If wrapped around 2 steel spikes, Revolving loose and louche, As you walk across your allotment plot, While beneath your muddied boots, Nestling within the confines of the earth, Seed and tuber shelter from […]