Stuart Miller-Osborne

Something really strange happened to me Harry It was as I was leaving Kings Cross I was looking idly out of the carriage window When a pretty girl lifted a her skirt and flashed me What did you do Potts Nothing really as I was a little embarrassed So I pretended to be asleep

Pauline was sitting in a bus shelter On the edge of the known universe She was reading about Pompeii The guide book was in its sixth edition Which made her very happy As she was in love again  

i was happy in this landscape black grey and white it pleased me and relaxed me as landscapes should     er31

murray and mary and the crimson fairy were straying in sent kent in search of the glue man who had haunted the fields and the lanes of the area in the latter years of the war   it was a thankless task made more difficult by the passing of the natural crimes the fields and […]

There are those who would kill  The romance of the railways  But they are in a minority  As romance never dies    That is rather cliched if you ask me Maybe but it works within Do you remember our trip On the Keighley and Worth Railway Clearly as it was a wonderful day   What […]

This is our four hundred and ninety-sixth newsletter And I am so pleased to release it at last Many of you have seen me Around the village recently Deflowering your wives and girlfriends And what fun I am having With their wet and dripping cunts But I have taken time out From all this endless […]

One day you will ask  Which is the more important  My life or yours  I will say mine  And you will walk away  Not knowing that you are my life    Did you make that up Stan No it was Khalil Gibran   Do you mean it Of course I do I would never write […]

I can sea the sea from the garage on the hill   I can see passing trains from the garage on the hill   But I cannot separate truth from fiction which concerns me

Wars never end Only the dead See the end of wars

I recently left an empty glass On a wooden table Outside of an inn In Haworth West Yorkshire   I had no real choice As I was strapped for time This was not typical of me And I have yet to get over it