Believe something!

I would rather read or listen to a persons opinion or belief, something that they believe in. Than read or listen to a person telling me about beliefs or opinions i could believe in and what they feel about what they don’t believe in. Sitting on fences is safe, but don’t sell books about it….


Have a nice day.  by Spike Milligan

‘Help, help, ‘ said a man. ‘I’m drowning.’

‘Hang on, ‘ said a man from the shore.

‘Help, help, ‘ said the man. ‘I’m not clowning.’

‘Yes, I know, I heard you before.

Be patient dear man who is drowning,

You, see I’ve got a disease.

I’m waiting for a Doctor J. Browning.

So do be patient please.’

‘How long, ‘ said the man who was drowning. ‘Will it take for the Doc to arrive? ‘

‘Not very long, ‘ said the man with the disease. ‘Till then try staying alive.’

‘Very well, ‘ said the man who was drowning. ‘I’ll try and stay afloat.

By reciting the poems of Browning

And other things he wrote.’

‘Help, help, ‘ said the man with the disease, ‘I suddenly feel quite ill.’

‘Keep calm.’ said the man who was drowning, ‘ Breathe deeply and lie quite still.’

‘Oh dear, ‘ said the man with the awful disease. ‘I think I’m going to die.’

‘Farewell, ‘ said the man who was drowning.

Said the man with the disease, ‘goodbye.’

So the man who was drowning, drownded

And the man with the disease past away.

But apart from that,

And a fire in my flat,

It’s been a very nice day.

Spike Milligan

The Soldiers at Lauro  by Spike Milligan

Young are our dead

Like babies they lie

The wombs they blest once

Not healed dry

And yet – too soon

Into each space

A cold earth falls

On colder face.

Quite still they lie

These fresh-cut reeds

Clutched in earth

Like winter seeds

But they will not bloom

When called by spring

To burst with leaf

And blossoming

They sleep on

In silent dust

As crosses rot

And helmets rust.

Spike Milligan

For Palm Oil?

For palm oil then?

The reason behind the suffering!

To put in a product for the purpose of profit?

Are you all mad?

Do you sleep soundly listening to the cry’s

As another gentle animal dies!

leaving it’s young to starve and paw the ground.

For palm oil then?

You mad selfish faceless bastards!

Will have to answer at some time..

For this crime!

Favourite Sim’s Sisters 

The first of the Sims sisters i saw was Jackie.

We met on the stairs half way up the canal bar.

It was at Nicky’s wedding, as i had just walked in when i met Jackie on the stairs.

After a minute it felt like i’d known her for years, the first Sims sister that i met on the stairs.

The second Sims sister I saw was of course Nicky.

She was busy getting married, but i remember her poking me in the chest.

I felt it right through to my vest, but knew what she meant.

And the message the poke sent.

Now i think of her as my friend.

Even though in the hurry.

I couldn’t help take down.

Her tent x
With affection pauliepaul

The lone wolf of Soho

Thinking of long ago, of soho nights, and basement drinks, of sheltering from rain at 3am; with tear stained cheeks and memories of new friends that owe me drinks; I’ll never meet again.

And now it’s years gone by my tears have dried, the basements not as frequent now and strangers are left in peace to drink alone.

Well now and then the lone wolf returns inside to drag me into Holburn doorways to find homeless concert pianist’s who fell from grace and cling to hope; as they cling to their hostel place, along with the scoundrels but also people who care for others without reason.

And then I venture underground, every one is still as ice as they travel on their lonely way, a hundred feet below and a million lonely souls play at life through a tired transport network revolving around a Victorian dream that now forgets to say hello and how are you, and look each other in the eye; for fear of communicating God forbid a Northerner with things to say, because he’s suffered only a day, and years will wear him down; he’ll soon be looking at the ground when asked for change or someone may be needing help but he won’t see, because he needs the help as well, because he’s close to cracking with his life on the corner of a page he’s been reading for ten years or more. Tbc