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 doContinue reading “Have a nice day.  by 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 burstContinue reading “The Soldiers at Lauro  by Spike Milligan”

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 peaceContinue reading “The lone wolf of Soho”