I encountered beauty and kindness after Waterloo but also troubling and dysfunctional counties

Plagued by traffic wardens poor councils and sour milk machines

But I was a happy boy as I had the chance to sit on station seats and leave my autographs all over the place

I adored the transparent refuse sacks

Full of damp timetables written in braille

In a world full of many beautiful things

It was the dried out Christmas trees

That I loved the most

These could be found on the down lines

Chopped to pieces and covered in oil

With smiling Santa’s giving greetings

Six months after the date


Silly Boy