I have tried singing, suggesting music and poetry and offering general pleasantries. I am not entirely convinced that any of them have been hugely succesful. Apart from generally telling me to fuck off, what do you think are the other options? Yours, as ever, Plucky. xxx
Hello, everyone. It is quiet, again, tonight
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The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits - on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
There to be told to fuck off.
Have you tried getting out more? I've not had a drink so I'm popping out to shoot some things for the larder.
Thank you very much for your kind words, both. I am always encouraged by such support. I trust you are all well. xxx
I got out more once. That was a disaster.
I need little excuse...
Bob Crow is waiting in his office
For the small bell on his wall
To announce the end of his day
His fat biscuity face is sad
As if over dunked in strong tea.
Sammy McIlroy stares at a photo,
taken in 1921, of the football ground
Christie Park. He thinks of
The Railways Act of the same year
And wonders if Lloyd George could not have just
Fucked the trains then and there.
You could always try to
I was asleep on the sofa, Plucky.
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