Oh these shadows It is all about These fleeting shadows On late June evenings In my home city of Bath

The early morning air was warm and humid And although I had switched the on the fan It was still very sticky in our hotel room I was quite naked as I made the coffee My wife who was equally naked Lay on the sheets sound asleep I asked her whether she would like coffee…

I had a strange dream about a famous French actress shouting obscenities At a bunch of religious zealots Below my hotel window Yet when I woke up The actress was no longer there

Tolerance will reach such a level That intelligent people will be banned From thinking as not to offend the imbeciles Who said that Stan I should know Dostoevsky it is a rather gloomy thought Yes but very very honest In certain ways it is happening today One cannot use certain words Or really question the…

I was walking along a bridle path Less than two miles from the sea When I heard unseen voices from above Tip Merlin was my only witness

Hello Dani How are you I am good How is life treating you Claude Well Why are you not wearing shoes I never wear shoes On hot days In the Heart of the City

Always be humble Bumble As people will Like you more Never be arrogant As that corrodes Your gifts Can be taken From you In an instant Always remember that

Are rabbits real to you Yes I only dream about rabbits Why Because I hate reality

My parents were married On this day in 1950 I hate this day Why Because I like to dream But now I am faced With nothing but reality

Would you like to dance I have not danced For so many years Neither have I Why now I am not sure It just feels right Bath does that to you