• On a bench in Space, The Manager on the Moon. Still not over it.
  • The globe spins in space. Like a football, it will burst With too much hot air.
  • So here I sit in Whittington House, Alfred Place, Holborn, WC1, Following in Dick’s footsteps straight from Stroud, Speeding along the steeled permanent way, To where the streets are all paved with gold, And where anyone can be a manager, Or a croupier in a football club casino. Meanwhile the seats empty long before the […]
  • We drove over the magic roundabout, Elder sister Fliss, wife Trish and me, As a few straggling fans made their desultory way To the County Ground’s last game of the season, Chesterfield and a one all draw; “25 quid for that? They must be barmy. But I suppose it’s that loyalty that keeps the club […]
  • Shakespeare walked into a pub, The landlord was a card, Shakespeare asked him for a pint, The landlord said, “You’re Bard.”