Along Brunel’s iron road Where engines once glowed On the Great Western Railway; Where rustics in The Load of Hay Make their unkempt way to Rotherhithe For the chance of work and a life Of toil, behind the walls Where Empire bids and calls. In the night time gloom and dark Fire envelopes the Cutty […]

Sucking his bottle, When fortune turns against him, He yearns for his mum.

Work differs from play As the dark night does from day: Give us back our game.

We’re good friends together, Graham and me, But that wasn’t the case Back in 1973, When I was on the railways, Climbing a signal box with a billy-can, To be told by the signalman That Ian Porterfield had just scored. He was excited. Graham was bored. 2 years old, smuggled into Wembley, Hidden in a […]

Cup Final tickets, Once it was Abide with Me. Now? E-bay with me.