Monthly Archives: September 2013

Grown up at last.

At aged 9 or 10 years old my best friend was Paul Brewster who lived in the two top floor rooms and the two tiny attic rooms at 57 Gibson Square just 2 doors down from me in 59 Gibson … Continue reading

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A Message From The Grave- Kids

Destiny has no hurry So walk slowly Gently see each mile Smile while you may. Tears will visit Time to time Strife is, after all… Just part of life. True love lasts Steadfast, beyond time Hold each deep Cherish your … Continue reading

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Save The Last Dance For Me

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I am Big Brother

I am Big Brother and I spy on myself. Calvinists and Jesuits love my supine posture. I love self- abnegation and worship authority I love ordeals and amazing rituals I love the way that I think just the way they … Continue reading

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Michael Howard: Man of the Moment, 1993

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Simple Yesterdays

When the kids were young Around this time of the year We’d secure them in the car And head for country lanes. Squashed into the smallest hedgerow gaps Along the roadside, we’d park up, Winkle the kids out roadside Each … Continue reading

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Please Sir May I?

In 1963 I was still in touch with some old school friends and like most nineteen year olds was obsessed with girls, smart clothes, girls, spots, hanging out with my mates, girls, cars, acting hard, having a pint  and (did … Continue reading

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