I was executed on a Tuesday For an unspecified crime As I sat in the chair You stood in front of me And removed your vest I was asked which I admired more Your breasts of your underarm hair I chose the latter for the comfort It brought me on this my last day You […]

I often dream underwater Without precaution I ignore the dangers And just concentrate On the colours Of my dreams

About twenty years ago I found myself on Chippenham Railway Station. I soon spotted an elderly nun struggling with a suitcase that was almost bigger than her. As the station did not have porters and I was the only chap around. I offered to take the nuns suitcase over the footbridge towards the station forecourt. […]

I was in my beloved Canterbury recently reading a rather hysterical article about toxic masculinity and white privilege in a magazine left by a previous customer. I was about to leave when two members of the church asked me if I knew whether I knew where Canterbury West Railway Station was (yes) and was it […]

Feeling Under the Weather What a fucking stupid way of describing feeling like shit. I had a cold and it just hung on – many people I know have had similar bugs and have not moaned about them. It was my turn which has fucked me off greatly Fuck Fuck Fuck I am a busy […]

It was a land of plenty that was suggested Not a country recovering from a terrible war Everything was soft and quite quite English Each day was a summers day with the fields green and full Women wore colourful cotton dresses with no thoughts of rebellion The simple were hidden as perfection was chased and […]

Time passes Time revealed Time spent Time is hollow Time is blind Time is

It is always surprising What you can find in a book Just stop the world And take time to look

Omar Khayyam

There was a door to which I found no key There was a veil past which I could not see Some little talk awhile of me and thee There seem’d – and then no more of thee and me