• Wembley Way of Consciousness
    So my dear Crispin, what can I say about the great Wembley debate? Firstly, the self-evident point that all Wembley meanings and memories Are partial in both time and space and are defined by one’s generation, And so without being too arty-farty-sociological-philosophical, I have to say that there won’t be too much poetry here, Poetry […]
  • Total Football
    Total Football is when an entire stadium is engrossed in silent Euclidean space-time analysis Whilst simultaneously chewing on stale meat and potato pies at half time; Total Football is a constant fluidity of movement and telepathy whereby each player Moves into the space vacated by another player Whilst simultaneously signing autograph books for small children […]
  • Splendid Isolation
    With this new First World feeling of vulnerability, Fashionable irony goes out the window Just as the gas masks are passed in, (“It’ll be my third world war”, says my mum) Concerns about asteroids, Kyoto, cars and global warming, For the moment, seem part of a safer, saner world, When we had the time to […]
  • Big Apples in Autumn
    It’s that time of the year when autumn’s yellow leaves Bring a golden yellow light to widespread spiders’ webs, And all those windblown thistle heads, That time of the year when you kick an apple across the common And send a spray of dew soaked spangled drops into the air, While the red berries of […]
  • Last Lunch in Nonza
    For the nonce we visited Nonza, And swapping shirts with Shakespeare, We sat in the leafy square of Nonza, With Port Vale fans Barry, Janet and Matt, High up in this Corsican dreamland village Of pastel painted houses on a mountainside, With bougainvillea tumbling over doorways And with open shutters staring at a turquoise sea; […]