A sad little station
on the Hampton Court line,
the place where the fast
slowed down for Surbiton.
It overlooked a sewage farm
we’d cycle past, a short cut.
Lower Marsh Lane
more or less summed it up.
Sad? Not for us.
John and I would trainspot there,
watching the Merchant Navys
and Battle of Britains
round the bend and thunder
towards us, while listenin...
Monday 28th September 2015 3:43 pm
The empire called for more men, and they came.
Shipped from sub-continent
to western front,
Gallipoli, Mesopotamia, East Africa,
largest volunteer army in the world.
They weren’t ready for the cold;
couldn’t understand new officers
when theirs were slain.
Some wounded, shipped to England,
died and were buried
in a corner of a foreign wood
with Muslim honours...
Tuesday 7th July 2015 4:14 pm
Rome lays bare its bones,
a body dissected for sightseers:
in a corner of the square, the spot in 44 BC
where the Senate met and Caesar fell.
Pillars, ruined temples, marble lavs
uncovered, for the cats to colonise.
gnash their teeth in vain.
In the nearby shadows of a back street
small shrine to politician Aldo Moro,
found in the boot of a...
Wednesday 27th May 2015 5:23 pm
Mature English Blonde lady
offers no rush massage.
Old postcards wanted
by private collector.
pads, briefs, accessories.
Wanted: Dinky toys, model trains.
Underwear by post.
Continental lady offers
to discerning gentlemen
in discreet Marylebone surroundings.
Sunday 8th March 2015 10:08 am