Monthly Archives: February 2020

There’s no Menhir – A Haiku

There’s no Menhir, like

a Cornish Menhir; and no

Womenhir at all.

We sat in the café

We sat in the café

and watched the rainbow guy;

when the rain had gone

the sun shone,

and we were warmed inside.

With You

With you

by my side

there is no need to hide

my feelings for you

are true

and I

have a life

in Cornwall

with you.

With you

in my life

(now, as my wife)

I am certain and sure

that I, you, my, your,


lives are complete,

mine, spending

my time


and seeing

the future

with you.

With you

is all I want to be,

to be with you.

I’ve never been the same (since I met you)

I’ve never been the same since I met you,

and when I met you, I knew,

I knew that I would never forget you,

and my feelings have grown stronger

for you,

for you have taken my heart;

and when we’re apart

I know it’s in safe hands with you.

Do I love you?

Yes, I do.

And I do ,

yes I do,

oh, I do

yes, I do.

I’m just like Jack Kerouac

I’m just like Jack


in my use

of the unusual ‘s’;

his ‘haikus’

and my ‘sheeps’

sets us apart from the rest.

I’m ‘there’ in the picture.

I’m ‘there’ in the picture,

can’t you see?

I’m the idjut swimming

in the cold of the sea;

I’m the one at the back

dawdling free;

I’m the clown at the fair

but no-one’s looking at me;

I’m the invisible man

stood next to the tree;

I’m the one who is missing

from the picture,

God bless me.

Mushroom Roulette

Mushroom Roulette

was the name of the game,

and a dangerous game it was;

six mushrooms were loaded upon a plate and one by one

they were chosen

and eaten

until somebody,

some unlucky soul

ate the one that was to end their

brief life.

“My te-Dum Poem.”

“My te-Dum Poem.”

The text for this poem,

although it seems tedious,

really works best

when read out aloud…

with feeling…

trust me, it does.

te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum,

te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum;

te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum,

te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum;

te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum,

te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum.

‘The Chicken’

‘The Chicken’

Why did The Chicken cross the roadie off of the Backstage Pass list?

The Chicken were the biggest band to come out of Uttoxeter since… well, since ever. Never had a band come out of Uttoxter. Until The Chicken. The Chicken were the first, and they were big, really big… well, big for Uttoxeter, anyway.

Their first LP (Long Player) sold 45 copies (as very few people in Uttoxeter had record players – friends and families were the main purchasers) and that pushed ‘Pecking in the Dirt’ well in to the top 10 (on the Uttoxeter ‘hot’ 100).

Their single release ‘Cluckin’ Like Crazy’ (in coloured vinyl) was a collector’s item (being a limited edition… of 10) and, so, barely scraped into the Uttoxeter singles chart (at no. 97, for one week only).

Well, a tour was mooted in the band, then they suggested to their management (Edith, Barry the Drummer’s mum) that a countrywide venue-fest would be just the thing to sell their new CD (Compact Disc , which format was an actual step into the twentieth century – their idea for cassettes was, however, still on the back-burner) this CD they had cleverly (to their minds) entitled ‘Hen Will I See You Again?’

Along with the band (Barry, drums; Tiger, guitar and vocals; Tez, Bass and muted vocals; and Limpet, lead guitar and mob choruses) there was Mozzer (Tiger’s Mum, the tour manager, and Mullet, the roadie.

It was Mullet that caused all the problems;

Mullet was a throwback to the early 80s, he was likely to be thrown back as far as the late 70s.

Mullet forgot the cables, the leads, the microphones, and all the strings for the guitars. Having left them in a custom-built logo-clad black gig crate that he had purloined from behind the brewery.

But, as Mullet claimed to be able to drive the old Bedford van that they had been ‘given’ by the Uttoxeter Twinning Comittee, in the vain hope that on their travels they might be able to agree a twinning contract with some far off paradise – such as Lichfield to the south.

However, a promised gig in ‘The Bright Lights’ a pub in Longdon (not London, as they had thought) failed to materialise as the landlord had double-booked the band with a group of ladies from the WI – and he wasn’t going to tell them that their coffee morning was cancelled.

To finish it all off, Mullet was arrested for speeding on the B5014 at Abbots Bromley – not normally an a treatable offence, Mullet was very puppy to the policeman and then proceeded to throw up over the policeman’s shiny black boots.

Without a driver, the band (and their entourage) has to get a bus home and have a long hard think about the band’s future. The only decision made, was, that Mullet was sacked.

Mullet, released sober a day later, was not that fussed as he had received a better offer from a WPC at the station. Less on that story is to follow.

‘Phil’ – a work in progress (any comments would be gratefully received). G:)


Normally, if somebody is called ‘Phil’, their name is Philip (for a man) or Phyllis, Felicity, Philippa (for a woman), but Phil was different; she was named after her surname, which was Stamp – Stamp, Stamp-Collector, Philatelist, and so it got to Phil). This probably says more about Phil’s friends than it does about Phil herself.

Time changes things, Phil married an Astronaut, taking his name and becoming Mrs. Astronaut, in a short-lived marriage where her husband literally disappeared off of the face of the Earth – he’s probably orbiting Neptune by now – and Stamp, left behind, was no longer a part of the current name equation. ‘I am Anne Astronaut.’ although great as an ice- breaker (not Anne Ice-Breaker, that would be silly) was not actually physically true.

Anne, for that was Phil’s real name – as you might have gathered – now answered to Phil, occasionally Anne, or even Major Tom (some people are absolute comedians, in their own minds).

For the purposes of smoothness of this narrative, we shall stick to ‘Phil’ as an epithet.