Sadly this story is part true as I knew this chap

We both liked poetry 

I thought his work was the best thing since sliced bread 

Whereas he thought mine to be pretentious shit 

His suicide is true as one day he went out on an errand 

Climbed a fence and travelled to Devon 

I have not done this for many years

 But if I am in Ealing Swindon Bristol or Totnes 

I always leave some flowers 



Silly Boy