It was impossible to forget the historic links between America And this old “Atlantic Archipelago”, When meeting in Royal Parade in Regency Cheltenham, Just below the hills where a disconsolate George the 3rd talked to the trees, Dreaming of the Empire and its wayward American colonies; And when Trish took a wrong turning on the […]

A Poetic and Philosophicalle Disputation about the Essence of Swindonne’s midfield: If I go how can Sammy? And if Sammy goes how can I? Paradox reconciled By Renee Descartes with a smile, “Igoe therefore I’m Sam.”

I love those late September afternoons, When a Sunday sun sinks westward, With those golden geometric bars Slanting out from a darkening cloudscape; And I love it when a storm of conkers comes crashing down As the autumnal evening wind picks up, And the chimney-stacks turn to silhouettes; And I love it when middle-aged men […]

I’m sitting in the Shed writing this, No, not Chelsea, but Porthgain, The Shed Café and Bistro, Complete with uncool definite article, And a very nice cream tea, (Though not for you Jardel) In Porthgain, Pembrokeshire. It’s that generous time of year When the hedgerows are full of fruit, When the sun sinks behind corn […]

You know what holidays are like, They’re just like a new football season, The expectation nearly always exceeds the actuality, And appearances are so very often deceptive; And so it was this year, on the Cornish Riviera, And whilst I’ve never believed that old GWR poster, The one that displayed the similarities ‘twixt Cornwall and […]