68 Grafton St 1977

We took acid

Saw things

We stumbled across 

Hull university

Fields

With reds and yellows

Blues and glowing

Things floating

In our heads

So funny

We laughed

And called and yelled

And danced

And pretended

We were famous

Musicians

 

And we went home

We became a football team

And kicked the ball in

The living room

Where we did

Everything

Knee deep in 

takeaway wrapping

And roaches of

Every kind

Record cover stained

“Never Mind The Bollocks”

Cannabis

The ball went through 

the window

“Taffy you Welsh bastard”

We huddled

In deception

And plots.

 

 

Then tomorrow

We called the

Landlordenemy

And said kids had

Kicked a ball

Through our window

Through the window

Of the landlordenemy

And the landlordenemy

Said upon 

Deliberation…

Why is the glass

Laying outside.

We were clever

But not smart.

And the enemy won again.

 

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Phil Kay

Sun 10th Feb 2019 11:21

"The Young Ones" I laughed at that David. I was a bit of a loose canon back then. Maybe we all were as you say. They were good times though.

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Phil Kay

Sun 10th Feb 2019 00:25

Great times though Ray. Thank you for seeing the story for the irrelevance it was. We all have stories to tell and maybe we should tell them. I'd love to hear some of your stories too.

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raypool

Sat 9th Feb 2019 21:26

You rogue Phil. Another fine mess you got yourself in. I do like this kind of romp from the 70s , and you tell it with finesse. My 77 experiences were well salted and preposterous , but not so out there. I was a muso then actively, and I drove to Scarborough to be with a dancer aged 19 in a show with Bert Weedon and Frank Ifield. Busted flush though.

Ray

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