Conference*

The politicians have come to town. Can you hear their rallying sound…? The rhetoric of opposition Spoiling for a competition Teresa (bless ‘er) somewhere far Away from all this bru-ha-ha: Hands over ears, I’d like to conjecture, Sparing the ignominy of an unwanted lecture: One she must’ve known was due On account of a banner […]

Summer in the City*

A model of the pier A stick of Brighton rock A bargain from Primark A genuine linen frock… Chips on the seafront While seagulls parade -Don’t look now: Be very afraid… Those beady eyes and polished beaks Surveying the humans, those sideshow freaks Walking along like Kings of the Prom Without so much as a […]

Parking Debacle*

Dear Mr Kyle (MP)¹ I hope you might indulge me In answering a question That’s troubling increasingly: A particular vexation Of living near Hove station And made much worse in summer it seems With tourists, friends and relations in streams Trickling down the A23 To spend a day or more down by the sea, Each […]

Marathon Madness*

I couldn’t run for a bus! -Though I appreciate the fuss Attended to the marathon That comes annually to Brighton.¹ For a start, there’s the clearing of 26 miles, An exercise by nature bound to rile As tourists and locals And travelled-in folk’ll Flock like seagulls To witness the spectacle, Few of them thinking to […]

George Street Vintage*

George Street Vintage is my choice of design house. Uniqueness of style for an interesting blouse As much a well chosen gentlemen’s shirt- (The buttons are reversed but that doesn’t hurt)¹. Enough of a choice not to suffer the indignity Of meeting someone dressed the same way as me (Which happened in a pub one […]

Good Old Sussex By The Sea*

The Palace Pier is back in town! Grab your beach gear! Come on down!! -Not forgetting your brolly and mac: It’s good to anticipate a weather attack Typical of British holiday resorts, Where Kiss-Me-Quick hats can still be sought But brollies and macs are much more the ticket For those imbued with British holiday spirit, […]

Silencing the Lambs*

We went to watch the football in a local hostelry. The place was full to bursting in the room with the TV, Folks of all proclivities come together as one Including those accompanied by babes, daughters sons… You might think, “Oh, how wonderful!- a family affair!” But is watching soccer in the pub an act […]