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Battered

There’s a chap I know who works down the chipshop He often writes a rhyme When I asked for battered haddock He said he didn’t have the time. Driving in DP, it’s nautical but not as we know it!

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I sat down and ritt

Update: Blimey, not much blogging of late, there’re good reasons though. Aged mum still in hospital, been there since November 29th, requiring much support in many ways. This has been a large absorber of what would otherwise have been free/blogging … Continue reading

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Erith, when it was in Kent

The following poem, ‘an Ode to Old Erith’, Robert the Devil’s stomping ground, written by Pat Watson in 1982, mentions ‘Bob the Devil’. ODE TO OLD ERITH It was always a shabby, funny town, when I was small: It’s only … Continue reading

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Touched his toes and wrote some prose

Some stuff ‘wott I ritt’ earlier today. Crush the corn, make some soup, Catch a train, to Guadalupe. Short speaker cable, cabinet stand, boutique amplifier, Cost less than a grand. Pens and pencils, guns and bums, hot roast potatoes, yum … Continue reading

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Donald Maxwell

Donald Maxwell died in Kent in 1936. He was an exquisite  artist. Google his work and enjoy. My beloved brother, Martin, bought me a book during his last visit to Blighty at Christmas 2014. It’s by said Mr Maxwell and … Continue reading

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Has anyone seen my vest?

A piece of poetry from Frank Willmott. It’s been posted before but deserves a rerun. Buxom barges drifting, Outward with the tide, Outward, onwards, seaward, Where buoys and beacons guide. Bound with Grain for Yarmouth, Ghistong down the Swin, Hasting, … Continue reading

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Culzean update

The weather God has been playing havoc with the schedule these past two weeks. The whole caboodle was expected to take nine days from start to finish with everyone home for tea and self-congratulatory backslaps by last Friday. But, northerly … Continue reading

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